Does anything in the household inspire more groans than lawns do at this time of year, especially in this early summer of rain, rain, and even more of it?
The calendar reads 'early Summer' but the weather itself seems to have a rather different plan this June: rain by the reservoirful, cloud to make night of day, and of course ... wind. Fortunately the conditions vary over the kingdom, and the month is young.
The seemingly never-ending Spring rains might remind us of sailor Noah, but good news springs between the torrents and encourages beauty. Roberto, sheltered under a brolly more than likely, has been observing.
The lovely Emma Hawes, arrived on this challenging planet on 23rd February thirteen years ago. New life, new hope, brightens the spirit of us all, and this growing gem has certainly moved our poet Roberto. Here's his tribute to the amazing Miss H.
The west window in the church here in Wye was destroyed by a landmine (on a parachute) in the Second World War and was replaced by these wonderful panels showing the agricultural seasons, a plough-team vanishing, a red tractor - a moment in time, with much unchanged.