For most of this month we have had Hebridean weather in extremis; the only thing we have not had is sunshine. This is all part of our daily life and I don’t normally mutter too much except when it’s my turn to fill the log basket, dig the parsnips, take the wheelie bin down the drive or when there is no milk in the supermarket (again) because the ferry has been cancelled again.
However, I have obviously been too smug about our ability to survive everything that the weather gods can conjure and for the sin of hubris one can expect heavenly retribution. So once again a divine sandalled foot was applied to the derrière.
Pottering in the greenhouse and I found a nut (metal not botanical) on the floor and happened to look up to see that the automatic opening vents were strangely contorted and that one of the roof lights was sitting in the gutter! Somehow the wind had managed to force open and blow out the opening lights in the greenhouse roof.
The week before Christmas, not much we could do except move the hardly plants and pots of seeds to the tunnel and the tender plants into the house. The running repairs were limited to tying the vents shut again and hoping for the best. A chastening experience knowing that another severe gale might blow out the rest of the roof lights.
There is currently much scratching of heads amongst the engineers responsible for designing the greenhouse and wondering whether they too are guilty of a little hubris.
On balance, I think I would rather cope with our winter weather than with the festive season mayhem on the big island. I think it’s easier to repair a greenhouse than Christmas angst.
However you are celebrating the Christmas season may it be a joyous occasion.