Thursday, 28 May 2009

A sheepdog finds a cool place away from the heat

A huge thunderstorm last night. The sky was alive with bolts of lightning shooting horizontally as well as vertically through the clouds. Wilf slept soundly through it all but Digby, being a sensitive soul, went and hid under the bed as the thunder rolled around our little hill. This morning we woke to a wonderful fresh breeze and fields that have turned green again after a good two hour long dousing with rain. Wilf,having rested well, was game for anything and followed us out into the olive groves. Digby by contrast let us know that he was exhausted after losing a nights sleep and propped himself up against a pine tree where he could both doze and watch what was going on.
The new lawn in the courtyard is growing at an alarming rate. I cut it two days ago and it already looks as though it has put on a weeks worth of growth. In Scotland everything about the seasons was temperate and the gardens grew at a slow but constant rate. Here the plants know that they have to grow and bloom before the summer sun cakes the earth as hard as a rock - as a consequence the growing season can best be described as short and sharp.

1 comment:

Rocky Creek Scotties and Java said...

What a fantastic description of your life. We would love to walk among the olive groves.

Lilly, Piper, Carrleigh and Java