Teeming early summer
Season of scabious and of vetch; or buttercups and daisies; of pink and white campion; of thyme in flower, or thrift and clover; of marguerite and lush long grass in the field below me. I swear it doubled its height and more in the ten days we were away. The road verges – still not attached by the roadside mowers – teem. The woods are in full summer green.
It would be churlish to lament the lack of rain; the fact that rain only falls when there is a storm; so for now I’ll look out on the abundant summer still green, and quietly pray for generous rain.