The Weather, the Glass, the New Greenhouse
Is it me, or is this weather driving anyone else absolutely round the bend? Because here's the thing. Last week — last week — I was out in a t-shirt. The sun was cracking the flags, the birds were singing, I was standing on the allotment feeling like a man who had everything worked out. Warm days. Decent light. A general sense that spring had finally, properly arrived and that we were all going to be absolutely fine. I may have even smiled at a stranger. That's how good it was. And then. Well. Then the weather apparently looked at itself in the mirror, had a little think, and decided that wasn't the vibe after all. Because this week we have had wind, we have had rain, we have had temperatures dropping to two degrees at night. Two. Degrees. That's not spring. That's November in a hat. Sara and me have been out covering seedlings in fleece like I'm tucking in a ward full of very small, very cold patients, and I'll be honest with you — I'm starting to qu...
