It’s been wet for several days and there has been standing water on the roads. It’s been drier today and things are getting back to normal. This is a relief as my joints have been a bit creaky and I’m wondering if this is caused by the damp.
In many ways it is more like November than June. I remember a summer like this before. I must have been about twelve at the time and the mental picture of me staring out of a window at rain for an entire summer holiday is still with me. It has haunted me for years. The sense of loss, and being cheated out of six weeks of holiday, must have been really strong for me still to remember it so clearly.
Apart from that there is little I can think of to write about. Rain is not a terribly interesting subject, though if, due to the magic of WordPress, you are reading this in the middle of a drought, I can only apologise for my insensitivity.
I tend to stay off politics and other contentious subjects, as I don’t want to offend people, but I’ve only just thought of water in this context. It’s obvious really, when you think that the next series of World Wars, if we escape annihilation over religion, is likely to be over water. I have read that the Nile is likely to be a source of problems, and that the Portuguese are concerned with the way the Spanish are using all the water on the Iberian Peninsula.
When you have massive salad crops, as the Spanish do, you need water. Personally, I’d solve that one by banning lettuce, but you know how I feel about salad.
This is what happens when you mess with nature. Spain should stick to growing olives and grapes and we should stick to eating salads only in summer. In summer they are a necessary evil; in winter they are self-indulgent and wrecking the planet.
At last! I have found moral high ground concerning salad!
Normally I try to limit myself to one exclamation mark a day, but I think this discovery merits two.
We have had our share of rain here and up and down temperatures. It is kind of nice to get a break every few days from the heat.
It must be nice to have heat… 🙂
We like heat when it is cold and cool when it is hot. Rain when it is dry and then complain when we have had to much. 🙂
To be honest, I quite like complaining so this weather suits me. 🙂
That book you mention in the comments sounds very interesting. Barbara Kingsolver’s book, “Animal, Vegatable, Miracle” is a very good read about her year of eating only locally sourced, in-season foods. I think we are all in some pretty terrible habits.
Bravo! to you! for your restraint regarding exclamation points! I also believe the world could benefit from less of them.
I’m starting to read again – so much to learn.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Nudge-Improving-Decisions-Health-Happiness/dp/0141040017/ref=pd_lpo_sbs_14_t_0?_encoding=UTF8&psc=1&refRID=B47B4MWEE5P04QHGJN9F
Oh, that looks like a good book.
The picture seems to be showing the sequel to the one I read. I’m getting ahead of myself. 🙂
A well judged exclamation if you ask me. Seasonal as well as regional should be the food watchword from now on. I’m alright as I like porridge.
It’s good that you like the local speciality. 🙂
Water is a big subject and a big issue. In the U.S., parts of the country are so wet that crops have been planted late while in other parts of the country it so dry that fires have begun. You have some excellent thoughts about water, something we cannot live without.
It seems strange to think of water shortages when we are currently experiencing the wettest week I remember. 🙂
We could have salad all year round without resorting to Spanish produce. Maybe we need to be more creative with our palates but unfortunately for you even lettuce can grow in winter as long as it’s sheltered from frost.
Lettuce in winter? Perish the thought! 🙂
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You make a very sound point about our obsession with out of season foods
I’m just reading a book about how, amongst other things, supermarkets control our thoughts and make us buy what they want us to buy. It’s scary.
I remember the disappointment of rain affected Test Matches!
We need to start putting a roof on Trent Bridge – a whole new debate on the covering of wickets.