Here we are in the garden. My garden, somewhat over grown, somewhat unkempt, to my eyes, a proper country garden.
Herbs and flowers in abundance. A cloud of blue borage, petals falling everywhere, like little fairy party dresses thrown to the floor.
Scents crushed under foot. Chamomile soothing feet constrained too long, unused to their Ayrshire home.
Harvesting. Food for the picking, just that time of year.
summer berries. Should I pick lots and make jam? Should I save them for a supper time treat? no, be realistic Karon, just eat them now and enjoy a mouthful of sunshine!