Then it all went away

It thawed. Two words covering quite a lot of ground. There was quite an exciting bit where melt-water kept adding itself unto the lake, beneath an armour-plating of ice, causing a build-up of compressed water which left the outlet pipe spurting like a pressure hose. The Northern Professor was driving into the highlands today to confer with someone in Dufftown and found himself driving up a series of water-cascades which would have gladdened the heart of a Renaissance Italian nobleman rather more than they gladdened his, at that particular moment. The ground is saturated, and the whole of the garden has the spongy texture of a peat bog. Deeply unappealing though all this is, opening the curtains in the morning and not finding that everything’s white is a great lift to the spirits. All my roses came this morning (except the cappucino one which they have run out of), and have been planted in large tubs. I don’t know if there’s anything beautiful we can do in the meantime with a portable rose garden; probably just coo over them and wait till next year.

4 Responses to “Then it all went away”

  1. william Says:

    You could always pass on some STUFF to Mr Mowl and pretend its an early water garden. I’ve just done something disgusting and bought a very powerful old Range Rover to play with. Well, at least it keeps the paintings dry…

  2. Jill Says:

    Apropos your latest, the poem Thaw in Mark Cocker’s Crow Country.
    Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
    The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
    And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flower of grass.
    What we below could not see, Winter pas.
    This book also reference to the largest rookery ever recorded in Britain,containing 65,000 birds. Location? Hatton Castle in Aberdeenshire. Isn’t this in your bailiewick?

  3. Jill Says:

    Sorry! Just what you don’t need, a booby blogger. The line of the poem should read:What we below could not see, Winter pass.

  4. Janey Says:

    Hatton Castle’s just down the road, other side of Turriff. We met the Duffs briefly at a drinks party a month or so back & thought they were agreeable, so one day, I may find out. Certainly we are not short of rooks hereabouts.

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