|no basket ball this summer
It was beautifully warm when we went out cycling this morning through the woods. In fact the woods have disappeared. They have been cropping the chestnut again and there were just a few tall pines left. Everything will soon grow back though. I saw a young fox run out in front of us and then disappear along one of the woodland tracks. We dropped steeply down into the valley and the temperature suddenly turned quite icy before we climbed Scotsman’s Hill and came out again into the warm sunshine.
“Scotsman’s bottom was very cold this morning wasn’t it,” Paul said. I nearly fell off my bike giggling after he said that.
The heat is rising as the day progresses. I picked strawberries and raspberries and we had lunch on the terrace. I have spent the afternoon mooching around the garden, dead heading the roses, reading a bit, and just absorbing the sights and sounds of summer. Laaaaazy!
|I'm not too sure about the psychedelic petunias
|passion flower peeping through the leaves
|my bed for the afternoon
|the ferns are doing well from last year
|the sparrows favourite roost at the top of the barn