I can hear the clock ticking. Yesterday all I could hear was the sound of children's laughter.
We sat beneath the old apple tree and had a picnic. We ate strawberries, blueberries, english cherries and fairy cakes my mother had made.
The old girl is laden with fruit. In the autumn the children and I will pick apples and make a crumble. The old tree is sacred to me, I have great respect for her. I see changes.........we walk the path of old age together.
Temperatures have been high for the last few days.......30C (90F) Today it is much cooler and it is raining. I like summer rain.
I wonder how long the butterfly has been sitting on the flower. Poor thing. I carefully cut the stem and take flower and butterfly to the shed for shelter. I leave the door open, she can take flight when the time is right.
The bees have done well.....the warm Spring was good in many ways.
A garden full of gifts.......
I cannot remember, in recent times, when there was such an abundance of produce.
I watched the greenfinches feeding on the hips in the rain......
I plan to use the haws for herbal medicine. I believe in the power of nature........
I put my faith in her each and every day.
I have found gardening quite challenging this year. The dry Spring, the cold, wet summer have left me feeling rather confused. Each year is a journey, each year holds new experiences. I never tire of the garden.....it can frustrate me at times, but always I love it.