Gust unbelievable

Look, I'm perfectly capable of screwing things up in the garden myself. I don't need this:

I'm so despondent I can't even come up with a decent pun.


It happened a second time just before I had to travel north for work last week. With a 6:30am train to catch I didn't have time to rescue anything. The picture isn't the true carnage - I've cleaned much of it up in a traumatised daze, but my early seedlings are ruined, having been rescued after the first collapse a couple of weeks ago (and typically just as I was about to head north for work too).


This didn't happen to me last year, I always make sure I weight the things down, not least with the compost-filled trays.


I don't know what others have experienced, but for me I had a strange mix between 'my computer has crashed and I've lost all my work, I can't face it all again' and 'I was actually quite attached to those seedlings - the potential in them, they were going to live good lives and I feel a small sense of loss'. A kind of private mini-mourning (not getting too dramatic).


I say that, but when the winds were at their menacing worst I had the following nightmare...


I woke up to a violent crash, and there in my face were the roots of the pear tree. It had been uprooted, been thrust across the garden, taking out the grow houses and indeed everything else in its bath, through the back window of my ground floor flat and, smash, within inches of my unsuspecting sleeping self.


Realising that this was absolutely ridiculous I properly woke up, but went outside just to check, as you do,  and to my total horror the tree had actually been uprooted, destroyed the garden, taken out a whole wall from the back room and left me panicking about how to tell the landlady.


Then I really did wake up, was late for work and it was only the grow houses that had blown down. Relief and sadness at the same time.


Dreams are weird, but it's clear I'm now very much attached to what I grow.