There was no let up of the wind speeds yesterday, they were even higher than earlier in the week. My little patch of garden edibles was taking a real hammering. For nearly three days the leaves and flowers had survived, being pushed across in one direction and bowed down in yet another. It was difficult for me to harvest anything.
By tea time rain had arrived. I took a deep bowl to attempt to collect a variety garden salads. I specially chose that bowl as I thought it might be easier to protect the little bit of crop I picked. What a sad sight met my eyes. The leaves and flowers already battered by wind had now been softened by driving rain, to such an extent that they had become soggy and torn. I pressed the top of the bowl against me to keep the little amount I had been able to pick from being lifted by the wind. There was not enough for a suitable serving. The weather conditions were just too awful to pick a decent quantity. In the haven of my kitchen I added suitable extras from the fridge to the salad serving bowl.
I have not looked at my little kitchen garden today. I found it so disheartening yesterday to see how it had all been chewed up by the weather. Tomorrow’s another day.