The roses under my bedroom window are so beautiful this year. They, at least, are loving the wet, cool weather we have been having this summer.
I dream of having the time to just sit in the garden on a warm afternoon and not constantly to leap up to pull up a weed, or grab a trowel or spade to attack whatever is discordant.
And this is where we do sit on the rare warm evenings we have had this summer, with a glass of cool sauvignon blanc when the day's work is done.
It was so good to have Mum to visit the other day and see her enjoying a bit of late afternoon sunshine in our garden.