Suddenly summer has arrived and I've been lost in the sunshine ever since.
It's the season where I'm up early and walking the village before work, steps done before breakfast. My route takes me through old farmland, a working mill, cottage renovations, a conservation area where cottage dwellers grow and sell flowers for charity. Pass by the school house and the church where Jane Austins brother, James, was the Vicar for 28 years. Must read more books. The endless countryside is perfectly framed with wild flowers and green hedgerows; the results of the re-wilding project happening here in the village.
At home it's almost time to harvest the tomatoes planted last season, herbs too and salad that somehow survives the heat. I've planted roses, lavender, grasses, climbing jasmine and verbena. The sun-kissed garden is bursting. I'm in awe of the wild flowers planted with seeds from my grandma's garden in Ireland. The Irish clover too; seeds from my cousins. Home is sanctuary, a space to sit and draw, wave at the neighbours and villagers who wander down the farm track.
All the while golden fields soak up the sunshine, hedgerows deliver unlimited wild berries. Picnic blankets in the boot of the car...just in case. Right now, in this moment, summer feels endless and my goal is to enjoy each moment until, inevitably, the clouds gather, the air thickens and Autumn nears.
Let's not think of Autumn! There's still two months left to enjoy strawberries and cream, tennis whites and cricket. BBQ's in the garden and strolls when it cools. Trips to the seaside, ice cream, bare legs & sandals. Full on holiday mode - SPF and the out of office ON! A month in and I already don't want it to end.