Ah... summer indeed. As I write the heavens have opened once again
- the wind is howling in the trees
The south of England is getting its fair share of bad weather, but other areas of the country are getting severe flooding.
Just got a bit of gardening done this afternoon as I'd already seen the weather forecast, predicting heavy rain later. Sure enough, it has arrived - again!
Here's a little poem to brighten us up:
Summer SunGreat is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.
Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.
Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy's inmost nook.
Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.
[Robert Louis Stevenson]
Laurie.