Heroes Not Zombies

After weeks and weeks of record breaking drought, November has brought its usual rains. Months ago the weather experts predicted it might take till now for the rainy days to return. In the midst of months of drought it can be hard to believe they’d ever return, and the Roman “source” has still not refilled to the level where the water pours over the edge to run down the ancient aqueduct.

In the midst of the rainy days the sun came out, the skies cleared and we had a bright, dry couple of days, so seized the opportunity to plant dozens of Spring bulbs – mainly tulips and daffodils.

I think planting bulbs is a real exercise in hope and expectation. Who knows what kind of winter lies ahead? But with the bulbs bedded into the soil I know we can look forward to some glorious red, yellow and orange blossoms when the Spring, inevitability, wakes up the plants after a Winter not yet begun.

There’s something deeply reassuring about the seasons and cycles of Life. I suppose with climate change the weather events seem to be becoming more extreme, but that cycle of seasons keeps on turning.