We had a heavy thunderstorm today. The sky was dark green.  Afterwards, wide parts of the city were flooded - even the underground stations. I had to wade down the stairs...

I love the weather. It's so...changeable!

Actually, the weather has been a character in the saga that is my life recently. We make hay usually twice per year, spring and fall. The best hay is in spring, so it's most important that it not get wet during the process. Well, my hay men came last Saturday and cut, then let it lay to dry on Sunday, planning to come back on Monday. The weather forecast was for heavy thunderstorms starting in the afternoon on Monday, which would have given plenty of time for them to bale the hay and get it in the barn.

Well, they didn't show up until almost noon, claiming they had a flat tire (tyre?) on one of the tractors. Through a comedy of errors that continued all through the day, they only made 11 bales before the rain began. They finally finished baling the rest yesterday, but it is of poor quality because of the rain.

So much for my spring hay. Needless to say, I'll be using someone else in the fall.

And if anyone's still reading to the point, bless you.

Tantalus wrote:

I love the weather. It's so...changeable!

Actually, the weather has been a character in the saga that is my life recently. We make hay usually twice per year, spring and fall. The best hay is in spring, so it's most important that it not get wet during the process. Well, my hay men came last Saturday and cut, then let it lay to dry on Sunday, planning to come back on Monday. The weather forecast was for heavy thunderstorms starting in the afternoon on Monday, which would have given plenty of time for them to bale the hay and get it in the barn.

Well, they didn't show up until almost noon, claiming they had a flat tire (tyre?) on one of the tractors. Through a comedy of errors that continued all through the day, they only made 11 bales before the rain began. They finally finished baling the rest yesterday, but it is of poor quality because of the rain.

So much for my spring hay. Needless to say, I'll be using someone else in the fall.

And if anyone's still reading to the point, bless you.

Its 'tyre' in the UK at least (I hope. Otherwise I've have just made an a**e of myself.)

With issues like that, no matter what the job is it's always a case of 'we will look back on this and laugh' but at the time you are *never* laughing... Unless of course it is in a bitter, ironic fashion.

It is hot this morning but not as muggy. It still really needs to thunder over here to get any relief though.

Same here. Paddocks being built on and a large field opposite where I live which is prime arable farming land has been sold of and 600 houses and a Primary school are going to be built on it! The joy!

Weather for hay has been terrible here since last year. First cut not done yet. I've got a delivery of last year's hay next weekend and I'll be asking the farmer what his hay forecast is. Not very sunny weather and then rain does not make for good, plentiful hay. Having a contractor let you down is no fun either!

People who move into the country and complain about animal noises and smells are priceless aren't they!

Davina wrote:

Because I'm a Brit...a week ago exactly we had extremely heavy, heavy rain. This resulted in massive flooding problems in our local area. A family had to be rescued from a sinking car (the idiot father had decided his 4x4 could go through obviously deep water. A friend was flooded out in their ground floor and others had their bedroom ceiling collapse. All local railway bridges flooded beneath and then had to be safety checked. The sea front was like a massive waterfall etc. 11 years since the last really bad flooding and this was worse. The rain was monsoon like. I'll see if I can find some YouTube footage to post.

I live near the coast of the northeastern US, and we sometimes get hurricanes that make their way up the eastern seaboard from the Caribbean, hitting New England, big time. This time of year is when we usually have to worry about such things, August through October or so.  Do you get hurricane-type storms over on your side of the pond? What you went through with this latest storm sounds like that kind of thing. Scary, like Mother Nature gone wild!

 

Davina wrote:

I gather the 'colours' of the trees in New England are fantastic!

Yes, the sugar maple trees here can be truly magical in the fall (usually about the first couple weeks of October, in my area), when they feel like cooperating, lol. Bright orange, yellow, red (true primary colors of orange, yellow and red, like crayon colors), mixed in with the green of the evergreens and other trees, it's gorgeous. But in order for us to get a really spectacular foliage season, we have to have warmish days, crisp, cold nights and not a lot of wind and rain; the wind and rain knock all the leaves right to the ground-- no foliage season worth looking at, if the timing is bad. So for us who live here, who are admittedly jaded and have seen colored leaves come and we've seen them go, about one in ten years is outstanding. The rest of the years are merely pretty. Tourists probably see it ALL as spectacular, lol.

I hope all our friends along the Thames are safe from the flooding. Take care.

I've noticed that the bizarre weather is moving its way up north in the UK.

It was raining, then it turned to sleet, and now it's currently snowing!

Aha, now it's snowing. Rather confusing weather today.

Ormond Sacker wrote:

This Is The Phantom Lady wrote:

I just looked out the window, and OMG its snowing!

I was thinking of putting my faux fur coat back in the closet and opt for a lighter option; and now it snows all of a sudden! It's all right though, I love snow! (Just not when there's a hole in my shoes... but you can't have it all)

 
Snowing? Wonder where in the country you are? All I can manage here is a light drizzle, so no complaints. After all I'm not the Wicked Witch of the West, getting wet won't kill me.

I live in the heart of Sjælland; the snow didn't settle but my coat was white by the time I reached the bus-stop! a light drizzle would have been fine by me too; I love rain! (well not since my feet get soaked becase of my boots)