A weekend of watering beckons

The weather forecast is looking quite something for the coming bank holiday weekend.    Up to 31C in May with full sun.  Wednesday was 18C partly sunny.  I may melt.  I am totally the wrong colouring for the forthcoming sort of weather.  The veg garden, herb pots and greenhouse will need watering either early or late in the day, possibly both, or it will either evaporate and/or their leaves will fry/wilt from the sun on water droplets. 


I am a little worried this may set the tone for summer.  I only have so many water butts and they are not going to last through a prolonged heatwave and the inevitable hose pipe ban.  I do, however, have a well and not for the first time I am wondering whether a pump down it might not be the daftest idea I have ever had.  I have resisted thus far as uncovered it absolutely terrifies me so I keep the very heavy cover firmly over it, a heavy planter on top and try to forget its existence until the weather forecast has me fretting about the survival of my plants.  


I do accept that this fear of well shafts seems not to extend to some of my friends, one of whom has just made a ‘feature’ of one in her dining room.  She’s delighted with it, its transparent cover and its enhancement lighting.  I’m happy for her (honest!!).  Unfortunately it is very close to the living room door as one walks from the kitchen through the dining room.  Next time I am round there I shall be edging along the wall with a slightly odd (scared rigid) expression on my face or (for preference) climbing through external windows (one or the other!).


I have trombochino courgettes in the garden under glass cloches poised to climb up an archway.  Maybe time they take their chances.  Under glass, in full sun is probably not going to be ideal for them, actually I’m not sure those cloches should be out in full sun, full stop.


I need a push on clearing what I can out of the greenhouse and getting the inside tomatoes in their final positions.  The chillis (for one) are miles off yet.  The Habaneros have failed completely and the Jalopenos are really just seedlings.  


I feel (know, not for the first time) I have been caught on the hop a bit.  Things really should not be going out yet but with those temperatures, even in a fully vented greenhouse, plants risk cooking (prematurely).


You just don’t see Monty have these problems!!


 

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