The weather on the island has taken a turn for the worse since the Spring Equinox.
As if to laugh at our feeble attempts to plant, a prolonged few days of stormage has reminded us that Winter hasn’t done with us yet.
A neighbour brought us a huge bag of wild garlic picked from local woodlands, which was most welcome. I chopped the fragrant leaves through salad and reserved the plants that still had their bulbs and roots attached so that we could plant them on the croft.
Husband dug them into a damp, grassy bank above the stream under dappled shade. Hopefully they’ll take and we’ll have the start of our own wild garlic patch before too long.
Just as he finished the planting, the heavens opened. We’ve now had a solid 48 hours of hail, rain and high winds, and it’s not abating any time soon.
Our tiny burn went from a gentle trickle of water to this rushing torrent within hours…
Ravencroft Skye 
Wow! Nature at her fickle best. Even in extreme weather, your croft is so beautiful. Settle down and wait for the Spring to arrive fully.
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You can imagine the volume of water that comes off our roof. It does seem a waste that it all just drains into the croft, or the stream, when places like yours are so dry. We save what we can and what we need.
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That happened in New Mexico. The tiny creek breached its banks and flooded some nearby houses. Still, it’s kinda exciting, isn’t it?
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It is! I love any kind of running water 💦
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