The hot weather has finally arrived. The summer heat dictates the rhythm of my days. We go out early to cycle and spend the mornings doing chores or pottering in the garden. There are too many bees buzzing around on the rockery for me to get close. The lavender bushes are alive with butterflies and hummingbird moths gathering their nectar.
Lunches are long, leisurely affairs on the shady terrace when we chat and put the world to rights; I try hard to restrict myself to just one glass of cold rosé wine. Warm afternoons are for reading and dozing before I retreat into the coolness of the house. The wooden shutters have been half closed to keep the heat out and the terracotta tiles are wonderfully cool underfoot.
|bees at work on the passion flowers|
Time now to watch some Wimbledon or Tour de France. Towards the end of the day we drift outside again and enjoy a long, cool drink. We watch the lizards skittering across the gravel and the young swallows practising their acrobatic flying. I just love summer.