It’s easy to see why the English discuss the weather – on Monday, I lit a fire, and today is warm enough to throw open the doors. A day when you can slow, and breathe, and see.
I am typing this looking out of the window you see in the picture below, looking to the place you are looking from. The gardeners among you may notice it is a picture taken a little further into the summer, when the hollyhocks, which are babies now, grow tall. It’s all there, waiting.
Below are a few small lines I hope will cheer your day, wherever you are.
How little, some days,
it takes to make the heart glad.
A line full of dry washing,
a mother blackbird’s beak,
heavy with worms,
sweetness rising in the grass,
a breeze shot through
with the scent of flowers,
these are enough,