It feels like we are living in Camelot and my garden loves it.
The weather this summer could not have been more perfect. Sunny and bright during the day, a little light rain during the night, and back to moderate, temperate temperatures during the daytime.
I love it. But my garden loves it even more.
We both hate it when the temperature soars to 30 C and above. It is uncomfortable. And it becomes more and more intolerable every degree above 30 C it goes.
I cannot imagine how the poor people in France, Germany and the Netherlands have been coping with 40C-plus. Sheer misery.
I don’t care how many cool fountains there are, it would be hell for me. I sometimes think of the poor tourists, sizzling in their sardine-can hotel rooms like rashers of bacon in a frying pan.
But here, in beautiful, balmy, tranquil, temperate BC, my garden has a smile on its face. And I do too, especially when I see the forecast predicting daytime temperatures of 19, 23 and 24 and maybe as high as 25 or 26.
Have you not also noticed how we get a lovely breeze sometimes in the late afternoon to waft so gently over us and take away the merest hint of excessive heat. Oh, it’s divine.
I really believe this has been one of the nicest summers ever here, perfect for outdoor swimming and for being on the beach and for flying kites and bike riding and just a few drops of rain every few days, mostly in the middle of the night, to keep gardens verdant and flourishing and free of the stress of drought and wilful, wilting, sun-scorch.
As I said, it’s like Camelot here. Remember these words:
“The rain may never fall till after sundown
By eight, the morning fog must disappear.
In short, there’s simply not a more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here in Camelot . . . . or beautiful BC.”
Please, please, can we have more.
