… you are my sunshine, but let it rain, let it rain, let it rain!
Ever thought about how large weather looms in your life? How many songs are written about it? How much the plans for the weekend depend on it?
It’s no different for gardeners. The weather, or more properly, the climate decides what can or can’t be planted, what will thrive, or curl up its roots and die. Even when planted for the climate, weather events can uproot, blow down, desiccate, or drown plants. The weather also governs the plagues of pests or fungi to threaten the gardener’s passion, a farmer’s income and even whether there’ll be food to eat.
Weather features large in the gentle art of gardening. If you neglect to factor in the weather, be prepared to bear the consequences. I say ‘factor in’ because there is no ‘controlling’ the weather.
It was my grandson’s birthday yesterday which is why I missed my usual posting day. A big event was planned to celebrate his special day on the banks of the beautiful Cudgeon Creek in the Northern Rivers region of New South Wales. We had almost everything covered: the food, the activities, the supervision, the first aid – there are always oyster shell cuts. Twenty two children were told to bring their swimmers, hats and sunscreen. A squealing force of nature hit the water like a reverse tide before the doors of the cars transporting them had barely closed. The sun bounced off the water and zinc covered noses.
But for days before, lurking in the backs of our minds among the formidable party logistics, was always the weather. We checked the forecasts offered by various phone apps. Yes, all the same result, unsurprisingly . We then consulted the BOM site (Bureau of Meteorology) for more official reassurance.
The good news on that diversionary tale is the promised storms (40% chance) failed to show – whew! A wonderful sunny time was had by all. But today the possibility of storms is higher.
Bear with me. I am coming to the point, which is I’m fascinated by the weather. It reigns over us in so many ways. Over the years I’ve photographed the more extreme weather we’ve suffered. I’ve lamented the damage done on large global and smaller individual scales, especially to the gardens I’ve fostered. The thing is, whether basking in the sun, or singing in the rain, it makes little difference. The weather just is. So I must try to accept it and be prepared.
“She stood in the storm, and when the wind did not blow her away, she adjusted her sails.”
― Elizabeth Edwards
This is called resilience. And I want – no – I need more of it.
Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine.