After the persistent rain of recent days, it seemed like time to bale out some of the excess water from the garden pond. The sun was shining brightly, as I retrieved the baling bucket from the top shed, welcoming me into the fresh air’s company.
Baled out 100 litres, approximately half the amount that needed transferring to alternative containers but, in the process noticed the gathering black clouds. It was almost as if the heavens were saying, “You displace, we’ll replace”; I don’t really think the heavens understood the logic of my actions!
A couple of hours later, the heavenly meteorologist hasn’t quite determined his course of action. A few raindrops have fallen but, the darkest clouds have been replaced by an opaque milky sunscreen. Occasionally, the sun still manages to burn it’s way through the cloud filter.
At this point, I think of checking the barometer but then, the words of MacNeice spring to mind:
“The glass is falling hour by hour, the glass will fall for ever,
But if you break the bloody glass you won’t hold up the weather.”
[Louis MacNeice – ‘Bagpipe Music’ 1937]
- living and frequently struggling with moderate M.E. -
where (bad) health, faith, politics and the joys and troubles of daily life collide.
ME
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