|Our stall at the Craft Festival|
That's another thing I could talk about... allegedly it's Summertime. We did celebrate Bealtaine, which in our part of the world is the first day of Summer...
|Playing in the rain - 7 June 2012|
|I swear it is Summertime!|
...But, oh! When that sun shines... what fun we have been having! I could write at length about the smiling Summer... about how she brings such colour to our grey garden...
...and invitations to garden parties, where we blow bubbles and stretch out our toes in the grass...
... I could wax lyrical about the picnic by the waterfall and about how cool and clear the water in the stream was and how much the little girls enjoyed themselves. How sweet they looked with "their dresses tucked in knickers, and legs shiny wet"
I could make you swoon with descriptions of lazy work lunches in the park where the mist from the fountain was carried on a soft breeze to cool our sun-warmed skin.
... or indeed I could tell you all about the wedding we went to and how handsome my husband looked all dressed up in his 3-piece best.
|Isn't he handsome?|