Almost every day has brought a small miracle to the garden here in the lovely Welsh Marches. On occasion it as been a new and exciting plant beginning to flower, or the discovery of a bird’s nest, the harvest of first peas and potatoes or a perfect blossom.
I have started so many posts and been overtaken by the gallop of the season through the garden before I managed to hit the publish button. There are three draft posts for May, two for June unpublished, laden with pictures as the borders unfolded. The previous owners of the garden lavished attention and pants on it and it has been with childish delight I have watched the show unfold.
I have a sense that the huge surge of energy that followed that cold spring has peaked now and the lazy days are on us. Just looking across the river shows a landscape in high summer colours. The trees are in full dark green, the grass has a hint of yellow, the water in the river is low. It is time to catch the breath, to enjoy these perfect days and the fruits of many hours labour before the next season demands something. It is a good place to be. Happy summer days everyone.