Could there be a happier place than right now, in the British Isles, on Thursday 19th April 2018? Never mind what else is going on in the world, it is 28˚c. In April.
By twist of fate, I happened to have taken today off as annual leave – yippee! So at 8am this morning, I was rooting around in the back of my wardrobe for – wait for it – shorts! There was a tense moment when I couldn’t seem to zip them up. Then I realised that in my anticipation-of-heatwave-hysteria I was actually trying to put on a 12 year old girl’s denim shorts. Correct shorts on, I skipped towards the garden, musing that just 2 months ago we were sub-zero in hat and scarves.
If it is confusing for us, just think of the tulips.
Less than a week ago, this was ‘Professor Rontgen’. Cool as a Cucumber.
Do you like his little kiss curl? I have been visiting him after work every day this week. This is how he has been shaping up:
Until at 2pm today it just all got too much for him, and he just decided to let it all hang out:
The lily-flowered tulips are particularly prone to throwing off their corsetry in the sunshine. This is ‘Purple Dream’ on Monday morning, all trussed up:
And this is the scene this afternoon. Ahem.
‘Couleur Cardinal’ is red hot:
Perfectly poised ‘Ballerina’ merely glows in the heat:
And whilst I promised you earlier in the week that ‘Antraciet’ would relax, I did not expect her to go this far. Here she is on Tuesday, looking good:
Wednesday, trying a new look:
Thursday, at 2pm:
Oops. Should have worn sunscreen.
For the last few weeks our daughters have been trying to coach Stevie in correct street-talk use of the word ‘Burn’. It is used in banter (bants) when you have produced a smoking-hot comeback. Stevie doesn’t seem able to do this without a hint of campness, e.g. ‘call an ambulance [matron], we need the burns unit’. They will be appalled when they discover I have used the term for the title of this post.
How is your garden coping with the weird weather? Or are you just laughing at us from South Africa and Australia and NZ?