Spring has been very, very dry. The heavy clay soil of Worcestershire formed tiny crumbs, almost sand-like in appearance in places whilst parts of the garden borders separated into deep fissures and cracks. The leaves of soft stemmed plants have been softly flopping in the middle of the day.
The weekend brought showers followed by steady rainfall and for the first time in my life I felt an inner joy as the rain washed over everything. It was a deep primitive feeling that swelled up from within – as sort of relief as the ground quenched its thirst. Never have I known such a dry Springtime!
I noticed a spider sheltering under a rose umbrella …
Red rose and the spider umbrella