Nithering wind again.

'Nithering', a word I haven't heard that often. Is it regional?
The wind and rain has certainly given the world a wintry look in these parts. Many of the country roads and lanes are flooded or resemble muddy streams. The fabulous autumn colours have become patchwork quilts on the ground below the trees and hedges, rather soggy but shiny bright because they are so wet. The hardy shetland ponies looked drenched and forlorn in their field when I drove past the Horses Trust ( formerly the Rest Home for Horses) at Speen earlier today.
I haven't done as much in the garden this autumn as I intended. Towards the end of September I began the Trinity College CertTESOL course which fills two days of my week. Since my Father's death in July I have been spending a day each week with my Mother, helping her with jobs around the house and garden which she can no longer do alone and taking her out and about so that she doesn't feel so house-bound. Doesn't time fly when we're busy!

Xela ~
That sounds a useful course of study, and keeping busy is good to help heal sadness. This year the nithering weather meant lots of us did less than intended in the gardens, both in summer and autumn, so join the club !
I hope your Mother is coping okay as the winter sets in. :o)

~the cover has gone awol on my plastic greenhouse which is a bit of a shame as it was brand new~ i have visions of this huge plastic balloon going skywards!~

VERY wet day here today - non-stop since I got up until about 5pm. It was heavy, very heavy and then very ******* heavy :-(

Hi Xela, Nithering wind, could be a Yorkshire word, meaning extreme cold wind, that chills you right through.

You sound a very busy lady, they say if you want something doing - find a busy person.

I know how you feel, I looked after my mum for 15 years. Just remember to look after yourself too. Love Marge.

I'm glad your plastic green house is intact. The wind blew mine into next door's garden and it is torn to shreds.
Enjoy your book !

Hi Marguerite, compared to that our winds are like nothing.
My house stands on a very windy corner, I think we protect the rest of the street. I live quite close to a range of hills that form the "backbone" of England, they get the worst of weather, but at my side we are in the lea of the hills, and it sometimes just goes over the top of us. It is a very dramatic scenery part of the country. Yorkshire is God' own County, although plenty will say that of where they live! Love, Marge.