Everything is as dry as dry can be.
Where the hedgerows should be bursting with green life they are brown and dull.
The whole valley below the house looks drab and dead.
If you look carefully there are signs of life.
The new growth on the roses has been blasted by the frosty nights.
The forecast was for rain and I thought I had managed to ensure that would happen by getting out the garden furniture.
Maybe tonight we’ll see some rain.