Everywhere pink, red and green, those colours making their way from the supermarket and the garden into the house, onto the table. Strawberries in smoothies and on top of pancakes. Redcurrants and blackcurrants ripening on the bushes outside. I pick a handful every day or two, add them to the bags in the freezer, look into ice cream recipes. I make the simplest salad of tomatoes, mozarella and basil; it tastes like summer, clean and fresh and bright. Supermarket peonies have become a dining table regular and I just love them. Milky white freesias smell sweet up there on the mantel. Outside, pink hollyhocks and geraniums bring a little colour to my pots and borders. And everywhere so very green, after what has been a mild, muggy and very wet few weeks. Sports day was rained off but everything is growing like mad. This time last year we'd just had a brief but wonderful heatwave. I'd quite like another one, if I'm honest. I'd like to spend my days barefoot under cloudless skies and complain about how it's too hot to sleep.
Thank you for your kind words on my last post. I am feeling quite well, if a little tired and frazzled. Nothing that a rest and some vitamin D won't cure. In the meantime there is wine and crochet.