Torrential rain by 10.00, they said.  Undaunted I set off to Lord and Lady Mantle’s, optimism played a part, as did the fact I overslept and was on garden autopilot.  A cup of their finest Costa Rician brew was beckoning me across the moor.  When I was so close I could almost smell the coffee, my route was blocked by the local farmer.  Holding sway over his kingdom, in tweeds and Landrover, he insisted on telling me a joke about last night’s football before he would deign to let me pass.  As tolls go, it was relatively cheap.  I won’t repeat the joke, you really had to be there to appreciate the fine nuances.

Fortified by my cuppa we started Operation Plant Out The Three Thousand Coreopsis tinctoria That Lady M Had Been Tending before moving on to a similar operation involving poppies.  Lord H continued his battle with the weeds and roots of many seasons and looked natty in his homemade wet weather gear.  I really think you could start a sideline there, Your Lordship.  Better than the usual ermine.

The rain began in earnest at about noon and we struggled on gallantly for an hour before enjoying well-done (not burnt!) bacon butties and a good old chitty chat.  Not a bad day for what was meant to be a wash out!



6 thoughts on “Optimism

  1. You need optimism to cope with the weather this summer. Either that or a natty outfit such as the one Lord H is sporting. Obviously bacon butties, done just right, would help too. I can see that.

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