Yesterday started off a bit cloudy and was ideal for cutting the lawns. I do not like to cut them when the sun is hot as it burns the lawns which are already struggling with the summer heat. To be generous to them I sprinkled some fertiliser over the finished grass, and into the various pots dotted around the gardens. The afternoon brought sun which shone brightly, there was a light breeze and I spent time in the afternoon indulgently lazing by the side of the pool here at Bellaugello Gay Guest House in Umbria.
I was relaxed, too relaxed when I set off to do my daily ritual of watering the garden. Recently we have been experiencing warm winds which really dry out the plants, especially all my flowering annuals which give so much colour so freely and generously, so off to water and taken my ‘stolen hours’ I decided to call a friend and catch up with her news as I wandered from plant to plant, in the style of an Italian driver, phone in one hand and not really concentrating on the job in hand.
We had a brief chat, my friend too was busy watering, and then I put my trusty iPhone3 back in my pocket. Only later did I discover that the phone had decided to call several other of my friends all by itself. To them my apologies, the list is lengthy and very embarassing, what must they have heard as I walked phone on in my pocket pointing a garden hosepipe at the plants? I dread to think.
This morning rain, that sort of all penetrating rain that seeps into every crevice. I heard a plaintif squeal from down t he lane and rushed off umbrella in hand to discover Edo one of my English Setters absoloutley sodden with his tail entwined with a sloe bush that overhang the path (mind you it is going to be a great year for sloes, the branch was heavy with fruit). He was so upset and poor wee soul was also very wet. We struggled to free him then scampered back to the house for a towel down and doggie biscuits! Now as I type in my porch with its panoramic window there is a magical mist hanging in the valley below, light fluffy clouds bouncing off the wooded hillsides, it is quite delightful – or at least for me it is quite magical and tranquil,I love the freely moving transparent clouds and the rain is much needed both for the gardens and the water supply, however I do feel kinda sorry for the guys who have come to Italy for their sumer holidays wanting to tan themselves at the side of the pool. Clearly a day for reading and dvds or in my case jam making after the harvest yesterday of the yellow plums from the young tree on the lowest terrace. Today no telephone!