Wet, Wet, Wet...

Could be the 80's band or my local 3-day forecast. Rain Is All Around, Wishing I Was Dry, Hold Back the River, Feels Like I'm Walking on Water...

It's a rainy, grey day, and national strikes are looming... must be Fall in the Languedoc.

How quickly the days change from being sun-drenched and rosé-soaked, to wet, windy, chocolat chaud-like weather. I think the flip flops may have seen their last day in the sun.

The lawn is scattered with chestnuts and walnuts, a new leak has appeared in the roof, and my finger rests poised above the central heating 'on' switch. The cool tiles which are so lovely to walk on in the summer now make slipper wearing compulsory. Makes me almost yearn for carpet. Almost.

But still. The sun, as it has wont to do in this part of France, will probably put in another strong performance before the end of the month, making me AND the garden grateful for this abundance of wet stuff we are getting now.

That's my silver-lining mantra for today, anyway. And it is sweet to see how excited the little ladies get when they get to use their wellies and umbrellas!