cold wet land

wet cobbles
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Second week of April and still no potatoes in the ground. They've been chitting on the windowsill for weeks and developed some fine and sturdy shoots - I'd hate to sacrifice them into a cold wet grave to rot, so waiting for some warmth. I also have salad seeds and other things to plant but still cautious of frost. Surely surely soon....

This weather has brought a sober feel to the month. We had some frolicsome days last week - sunshine bringing students out to lounge on the grass between Northern Stage and the Union building. I watched wistfully through the glass in a lunch break from rehearsing a work in progress - The Bloody Chamber by Angela Carter, adapted by Bryony Lavery. All was dark and musky in the studio so sunshine was delightful but incongruous.

Now, all is grey and drookit as they say in Scotland. I hope things brighten in more ways than one. Some sadness and uncertainty around for at least two people I love.