We had ever such a big noisy thunderstorm yesterday afternoon...crashing and banging right over our little cottage and poor Bobby tried to hide behind the settee but couldn't squeeze himself in, so he quaked beside Himself's legs instead. Millie and Eilis are oblivious...they only wake up for the rattle of dog food tins or if someone knocks on the front door...
There was an enormous pool of water right outside the back door but it drained away quickly...probably into a vast underground river that flows all the way to the Atlantic...I'd like to know what is under my feet. Caves perhaps, maybe fossils from sea creatures who died long times ago...
Just under the surface will be seeds from plants which were once common-place...especially the tiny flower of the Scarlet Pimpernel or Poor Man's Weather Glass...they have sprung up in our garden from the time when cereal crops were grown here...in the days when men were beginning to settle in one place and grow their own food rather than going out hunting for wild game.
Useful plants there are plenty of alongside our street...the Horsetail used in a handful for scrubbing out cooking pans...Meadowsweet for the black dye obtained from the roots and the sweet scented flowers used in various healing remedies...there's wild Garlic and Marjoram to flavour stews and Valerian for making sleeping potions and to soothe pains. St John's Wort grows in profusion on the bog...a gentle herb when used correctly for 'nerves' and distress.
There's no-one left to ask now, but it'd be wonderful if there was someone who had lived here in the times when the women would have gathered up the flowers and herbage for their family medicines. Even better would be to have met with the Hedgewitch who had secret remedies and receipts written down in a carefully guarded book...often known as a Commonplace Book.
I don't suppose for one minute they had the time to wonder where the rain water gathered on the paths and outside their back doors went to...