I’m starting to think it’s summer. Normally I wouldn’t call it summer until school is out but that happens on Wednesday and the signs are all here, it’s summer. The rape is blooming, I had ice-cream today and strawberries, the rhubarb is high and the lawn needs mowing. It’s summer. Midsummer is in three weeks, school is out in three days and I just don’t think it’s necessary to wait any longer, it’s summer.
The peonies are budding, the nights are light, the garden furniture is out and I think it’s safe to say – it’s summer.