Midway through the French Revolution month of Germinal and we are having the first rain for nearly a month. After getting used to rain as a nearly daily accompaniment last year, today’s seems strange to see, after so long. The ground had completely dried out on top, all the ruts in the fields that used to reflect the clouds on their journey were dry and dull. The almost constant bitter wind had scoured our countryside and lips to a shriven, dusty state. The early plants in the garden, Pulmonaria’s and Cowslips, were holding tight to the ground, leaves dry and crispy and flowers barely peeping out, not wanting to rise too far in the freezing air.
But now the rain has come, and I hope it will stay for a while – because Germinal, like many of the months named in that archaic calendar, is wonderfully descriptive and easy to understand. Germinating is what the seeds we have planted should be doing now – drinking water, swelling, and expanding up into the warm spring air. Bring on the warm spring air please, the month of Floreal is coming!