Dazzling hot colours rise from baked borders while leaves shimmer and wilt as slowly the heat of the summer takes hold.Butterflies emerge from nowhere to stun me with their gossamer fragility,yet they possess a fierce ability to fly through the strong summer breezes that shift whole branches in a noisy mass of swirling green.
I hear the briz of a lone Damselfly that is long gone before it's identity can be gleamed and overhead the screamimg of scythe like Swifts cutting through the deep blue of a cloudless sky.
A twittering charm of Goldfinches,the familiar chattering of House Martins together with the buzzing of numerous varieties of black & gold Bees all add to the mesmeric torpor of the afternoon.
A tractor trundles in a far off field,the chug of the engine drifting over the haze of the now very hot day,I see the clouds of Gulls following in it's path ever hopeful of an easy meal.
Childish shouts and shrieks enter the peace of the garden,recalling long gone sports days at the village school and signalling the soon to commence long holidays that will take us into yet another season.
Stirred memories of garden games,paddling pools and lazy afternoons with picnics on rugs from summers long gone but not forgotten as the same brilliant yellow orb of sun beats a path onto another hot sunny afternoon in the garden.
