June is a mesmerizing month here in Ayrshire. We have flurries of snow everywhere, but not the wintry type. Oh no, this is frothy white and fragrant. This is the summer snow of flowers.
From trees to hedgerows, grassy banks to roadside verge, the white stuff is everywhere.
the cow parsley froths like a pageant of delicate lace bobbing and fluttering in the breeze.
The hawthorn dense and creamy with a soapy sexy scent that fills the air in warm evenings.
flowers big and small fill my garden. they have joined the white parade, they show off their delicate colour with pride.
So tactile, reach and touch. Feel the delicate silk of this fairy's party dress. Is she a party girl awaiting her first prom, or is she a nervous bride trembling with anticipation of a new life ahead?
See the fluffy hat delicacy of the dandelion puff. Old ladies in their Sunday best, nodding sagely, shaking their round heads and frivolous hats.
Transform them to a shower of miniature stars, with a breath of a kiss. See them fly and dance and rise to the sky.
A drift of sweet woodruff, coyly hiding in the shade of the trees. The tiniest flowers, they make a carpet of white for fairies to tread on and harvest their blooms.
My favourite is the hawthorn. A prickly lady who protects herself with thorns like swords. Later in the year she will bear fruit and fulfill her purpose. Just now she is happy and white and smiling in the sunshine. She smells divine, she looks a treat. Summer is here in our little corner of the world.