All That Rain Wasted On Lawn

It hardly seems credible. Three days and three nights. Almost incessant rain. Nearly 10cm (4 inches) in a week. Enough to get down at least a couple of feet. Maybe even deeper. Even in the driest soil. My lawn never ceases to amaze - parts are still almost dry.

Of course, I should have allowed for the thatch. I should have known the rain would not penetrate, not without pricking a way through. After all, I've talked about it often enough. And anyway, it was too hard to use the spiking tool. Even now it's hard to push a fork in.

I could have gone out in the rain. I could have spiked it once the turf had begun to soften. But I would have got very wet. And I suppose I figured it would stop raining a while. It didn't. And now it's too late. The rain has gone. At least that which was most valuable. All that rain wasted . . . Blast.