There goes my seeds

I was going to write about the veggie patch today and what was going on in it, suffice to say it is a bit soggy tonight.We had been in to town to have a pizza, do the weekly shop and must do things when the sky changed looking like it may rain as we came outside the supermarket it did so rain for a very short period. A discussion then followed as ifcyou it was raining at home as I needed to water in the seeds and plants I had sown and put in. We decided as its very localised weather around it would not be raining and the weather forecast of a chance of showers would miss us. So the hose would have to come out for the first time this year.

By the time we had unpacked bags, had a cup of tea and got our pig clothes on the weather had turned with big rain drops falling, thinking it may pass we carried on up to feed the pigs, which by the time we got up to them shelter had to be taken as it poured. We decided to come back leaving feeding for half an hour as the pigs were staying put in their huts. By the time we got back to the house the hanger was starting to flood, existing trenches dug out again as hail fell. We waited for a break before feeding the pigs by which time a little bit of flooding had occurred. As it has been dry for a while the rainwater coming off the top of the hill was running fast and not really seeping into the ground. One lot of pigs had been flooded and were dug out by farmer J as I fed the others. Yet again the electric fence had to be checked as where the pigs had dug dry mud now touching the fence which had now got wet making the fence not work properly. By the time everyone was fed we were very wet.

Didn't have to water the veggies after all but feel I may have to reseed as they may of just been washed away. I was only panicking that I hadn't planted anything, just as well as I don't think tiny seedlings would of survived the down pour. Only hope the barn has survived as water was flooding in it as the ditch had overflowed and excess water was finding its way in.

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