I’m sorry I was silent for a couple of weeks. I tried so hard to find the time to take some photos and scribble a few lines, but I failed. With the children on holiday and friends visiting and work calling there are precious few spare hours in the day. You are not the only ones I had to neglect, I ignored the garden too, but thankfully there really wasn’t much to do anyway. It’s been so hot and so dry that nothing is growing. But in the same way that the garden stayed on my mind, and I watered the vegetables and pots religiously every night, so I thought of you all and knew I had to find the time to get back in touch today. The truth is I missed you. So here are a few lines about summer, why I just love it so much and why, even though I am busier than ever, it is so important to find an hour each day to enjoy something special, even if it is just a stroll around the garden!
Summer makes us think of holidays, carefree times, lazy sunny days and ripples of laughter filling the air. Doors are flung open from dawn until dusk. The boundary between indoor and outdoors is blurred, and quiet evenings last forever.
However, now that we’re in August, the lawn has turned brown, the grass is dry and parched. Flowers are wilting under the scorching heat.
Only the toughest plants are surviving this heatwave and drought, the vegetables need constant watering,
and flower arrangements stretch the imagination to the limit, there is little to be found to fill a vase right now. Everything has taken on a slightly desert-like feel.
A few roses bravely flower all summer,
and not everything has to be perfect to be beautiful. The small blemishes and insects to be found amidst the plants are a glimpse into the intricate ecosystem of the garden.
The wisteria is threatening to take over one side of the terrace and the hibiscus the other. Nature is trying to reclaim the stone it gave to make our home.
I rather enjoy this all-green spot, the stone is cool under the soles of small bare feet, and the lack of colour is very calming.
My lemons have come back to life after our abnormal sub zero conditions in March. Those days are but a distant memory. It’s almost impossible to imagine snow falling on the beach-like lawn.
Now every meal is taken outdoors, locations vary according to the time of day. We eat what summer grows, be it from our garden or the surrounding area.
The menu varies, but it is always reassuringly simple. The sun and the Earth dictate what food is at our table and how we live our days.
There is always trouble to be found, so don’t be fooled by these innocent faces!
Walking is best left until the early evening, when the sun has begun its downward journey. There are dust motes in the air from late hay-making, and cows too sleepy from the sun to do more than moo softly.
Strolling past field after field of sunflowers
…and just occasionally a few find their way home.
Sometimes I’ll post a photo of a moment in time on Instagram, a rare glass of champagne on the beach, hinting at a relaxed unhurried lifestyle. If only that were the case, but I snatch those precious hours when as a family we can lay back on the sand, splash in the waves and enjoy just being. It’s good to escape from technology and work, and revel in the little pleasures of life right on our doorstep.
Watching the sun set on the horizon. If only the entire world were so peaceful.