My Goodness! This weather is crazy! Last week I was complaining
about the heat – the excessive heat – and this week we are back to winter woollies
and putting the duvet AND the bedspread back on the bed. Last week’s average temperatures
were in the thirties, while since Tuesday we have been shivering in high temps of fifteen. Personally, I’m
delighted as I prefer cold to hot but it really is crazy. And the rain!! But then
again, we don’t have to water all the flowers and vegetables. Silver linings
all round, as you can see.
It wasn’t a madly exciting week this week. Most of it seemed
to be spent in wasted time in waiting rooms of one sort or another. Wouldn’t
you think that if a consultant of any sort was habitually delayed by his
clients, causing successive clients to have wait for ages for their turn, that
consultant should allocate more time to each client when the appointments were
made? Seems simple to me but then what do I know; I’m just one of those waiting
clients, wishing I’d done my shopping first instead of worrying that I would be
late for an appointment.
Then of course, it poured with rain for most of the week,
and as I have already mentioned, the temperature dropped to almost wintery levels.
The lower part of our property has become decidedly mushy and the ground
squelches when one walks on it. I get the feeling that the weatherman hasn’t
really ever got the hang of ‘Everything in moderation’, as a maxim for life.
The house next door has had holiday tenants in it since
Monday and we feel very sorry for them. It was still relatively warm when they
arrived and I am sure they were looking forward to some lazy days by the pool,
and that night the weather changed and it has been miserable ever since. They won’t
have a good impression of the area at all. It has been very foggy too at times
so going to visit some of the view sites was definitely out, but hopefully they
will come again some time and see how wonderful and beautiful it is around here
at this time of the year.
On Saturday afternoon we were engrossed in watching the
start of the Tour de France when we became aware of an unusual amount of
hooting going on outside. Ever curious we ran out to find out what was going
on. It turned out to be a wedding procession and the lead car was doing a type
of motorised ‘Conga Line’ through the village. The front car had a klaxon horn
and everyone else was hooting madly – all thirty of them. Not sure where they
ended up but it must have been somewhere in the village but away from the
square, as we heard fireworks going off later in the evening and faint sounds
of jollification.
Next morning, just before eleven, the church bell started
tolling solemnly, one clang at a time. This time we didn’t go running out to
see what was what as it could only have been a funeral and was pouring with icy
cold rain. As Neels says, this may well be a very quiet little village but
there is always something going on.
Todays picture is of the hanging basket of petunias on the front verandah taken, luckily before the rain and windstorm. They look a little sad now but I am hoping they will perk up again.
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