The Weather

In this country it's always a topic of conversation. Thats a good thing, as it allows you to strike up an introductory conversation with a total stranger.Everyone, regardless of colour, creed, level of knowledge or edcuation can make and conduct informed conversations about the weather.
It's there in our faces, 24 hours a day, and is always doing something. Since the dawn of time there hasn't been a day when there wasn't weather. Since mankind dwelt in the cave, I'm sure it wa s a common topic of conversation.
In Ireland, one could say we are blessed with a temperate climate. No extremes of either, cold, or heat, or wind or storm.Ok in the summertime we could do with more sunshine and warmer days.Perhaps the beginnings of what is know as global warming will grant us such conditions, for the better or worse. In general during the summer season we usually get a tasty morsel of glorious weather for 7 to 10 day peroids.
Last week we had a good spell. Dry from morning until sunset with temperatures in the mid 20's, slight summer breezes which made for pleasent conditions and indeed plaesent expressions on peoples faces.
However we a s a race have a tendancy to complain about the weather, and also to be pessamastic about the longevity of a good spell.
I remarked to the bank teller last week, when she mentioned how nice it was,'give it a day or two and people will be complaining about the heat'
Talk about the good weather and the pessamists will say,'ah but I think threre is a change coming on the weekend,we''l pay for this later'.
It's as if we don't feel worthy that we should be getting good weather. There is a gulit thing in us about having something such plaesent things in our lives. That could be a throw back to our religious upbringing. Those negative feelings are hard to shake off.
Ok, today it's raining again. The sun hasen't shone in two days, the wind blows from the north east , and it's been raining almost constanlty.
For me, I can accept whatever nature dishes up, believing that it's for the best. Last week during the dry spell I had to water, gardens and vegatables day and night. I come home from work at 6.30 and when as is the case in mid June, I can easily spend a couple of hours rooting about the garden.
The wet evenings confines you to the comfort of the house. A time to catch up on recreational things, like reading, music, TV etc. The watering of the garden is done for me by the clouds. The rain and inclement weather has a lot of posatives both for man, beast and what grows in nature.
I promise never to complain about the weather again, except if it's during the coarse of a casual conversation with a stranger when I'll agree with them about the bad state of the weather, out of politiness more than anything else.
'Now would you turn on that wireless till I hear the weather, we might get that hay baled this evening if it keeps up'.