Weather Watching and Dirt

Last night I was watching the weather - in the kitchen. Not mine, fortunately (no black clouds lately), but at our radio club. We meet in the old barn of building which spent most of it's life as a Boy Scout Meeting Centre, and insulation is not it's strong point. It was built in a time when scary, lung-damaging asbestos was used in the roof, and needless to say the holes in the shiny material way over our heads do not inspire me.

Due to it's cold and drafty nature, there is a cloud formation phenomenon every time the tea kettles are left on in the kitchen. Through the pass-through one watches as swirls of clouds slowly thicken and dance near ceiling. I'm waiting for it to start raining in there one evening.

We did have a spot of real rain today, followed by intermittent sunshine and cloud cover. I took advantage of the dry periods and went down to dig over our tiny little vegetable patch. We're assuming the vegetables will do well, because the weeds and grass haven't had any problems. I also had to go dig up the compost pile (also overgrown with weeds) and transport fresh dirt to the little enclosure. 45 minutes later I'd managed to turn everything, dig in some compost, and pull the wire fencing back around to keep the dirt safe from rabbits. When your 40-something, fat, and unfit, it really is hard work. I'm hoping any rabbits who were watching the spectacle will either be so compassionate or so amused that they'll leave the garden alone.