The weather has been interesting this year to say the least: the snow we have all come to expect didn’t bother to show up, we all got sunburned through March, April showers didn’t stop, and now the Darling Buds of May are struggling to get out from under their duvets in the constant, autumnal drizzle.
I’m starting to think that it isn’t May at all: I’ve slept through the summer, and the reason for this autumn weather is because it’s actually November.
By now I should be raving on about how amazing the spring gentians are. I’ve been told the display is really good this year, but every time I have an opportunity to go find them the grey clouds, drizzle and rain put me off. Gentians won’t get out of bed if the sun isn’t shining, so what’s the point?
The truth is, I’m a bit of a Weather Witch. Always have been. Happy in the sun, energised by sharp showers, miserable and lethargic in the gloom. I’m usually pretty bouncy in the spring – the long daylight hours and stronger sun do something to the back of my brain to wake me up – but this year the daylight is fighting with the gloom and the gloom is winning.
So, I’m going to force myself out of the house today, even if it’s not far, because I always feel better once I get outside – no matter how terrible it looks from the window.