Thursday April 18th 2012 Tim
Already there's been no good
rain for at least four weeks. Those rumbling showers have gone
slightly north and east, and that rumbling shower which came from the
south west, stopped because it knew I was staring at it. And while
May is often the rainiest month for us, May rain is not like March or
May rain gets sucked away by long sun
and rivers, and when it leaves, soil enters a period of ennui it calls
summer. Months of dreaming of the high wind which might blow it
perhaps to Antarctica where it could sleep or maybe watch Penguins,
while it waited out the assumption of agriculture that has placed so
many demands upon it and rewarded it so little.
But sometimes in May, rain can linger in the peaceful
way, on into the night, then in the morning there it is, chilly cold and
dripping from clogged gutters where Maples are sprouting. Some still
call this Blackberry Winter. And sometimes too, a Blackberry Winter
can include a frost, something Blackberry relish, because it brings on
clouds of Blackberry bloom, but which can distract the Multiflora that Goats
think so delicious.
This year, both Blackberry and the Wild Asian Rose are
already blooming. I'd call it a good three weeks this side of two
years ago, and I reckon, if we'd had the rain, instead of an antiseptic and
frigid hosepipe, Carrots might also think it way past the time to
celebrate May the Fifth.