Slow time

Work intrudes into reading and botanical time. The weather god smited our planned walk with early rain, but s/he held off long enough to allow a Braidburn daunder with Reekie the Wonderdog and H.-etc. at lunchtime. It was green wellie weather. The rhodies are still flowering along with the last of the wild garlic. The wellies are high enough to allow for fording the Braidburn at its widest and shallowest point and the wee wan found some blonde stripey snails usually restricted to high heathland hill.