Another year in the middle of June, I’d have said the weather was disappointing today. But this year, this June, the sight of the sun trying to edge its way through the clouds made me think, ” Oh, it’s a nice day today.” And in the end, by early afternoon it was a lovely day of blue skies and warm sunshine. My washing dried on the line, MasterB retreated to the shade under the garden seat, and is now outside hunting in the still warm air.
The strawberries and raspberries are up from Kent and Sussex, the asparagus is still gorgeous (if you don’t know, English asparagus has a shortish season and is delicious, don’t bother with it if it comes from anywhere else). It is the time of salads and fresh fruit.
And flowers. The garden is full of poppies and roses. The hollyhocks are growing ever taller and any day now they will burst into colour. The nasturtiums I planted a couple of weeks ago are starting to put tiny green tendrils up through the earth. Our garden wren is noisy and confident, as though he has been taking lessons from a robin. How does such a small bird make such a loud sound? This afternoon he teased MasterB, coming nearer and nearer, loudly proclaiming his territory. Nearby a blackbird whooped quietly, and a bluetit with ruffled head feathers tried to move the wren on. The wren stayed. The bluetit left.
The weather may not have felt that summery, but all the same, summer is here.