The grass is always greener.

The care and cultivation notes advised that the young plants should be watered sparingly; and so they were day after day, that was until the biblical scale storm of two days ago. Now they are looking more than just a little washed out.

Everywhere you look the amphibious creatures which have been suffering more than most other species have re-emerged from their hiding places. It is quite disconcerting to have a frog leap through the air in front of you, the frogs pale body forming an arc in the light shining from the headlamps on your car.

The roads are covered in 'caragols' (snails) which are crossing the highway travelling from one field to another, in the belief that the grass is always greener on the other side of the road. They seem oblivious to the equal numbers of 'caragols' moving just as slowly but as similarly determined in the opposite direction. Driving through those snail trails the tyres crunch as if passing over gravel. Thousands are wiped off the menu at a stoke.

And just maybe by remaining seedlings will live to fight another day!