....well, three days of it at least. We had three perfect June days last week before the weather began to go downhill. Now it is still warm but also damp and misty with a lot of cloud.
As Caitlin Moran suggests in today's Times, we have our Summer clothes out so rarely here in the UK that we have forgotten where we left them at the end of last Summer.
This for me is the real taste of Summer. I look forward so much to the day when I go down to the Friday market and see that the peaches, nectarines and apricots are back. I can't get enough of them and, of course, we don't grow any of them in the UK - at least not seriously. But it is good to see that people like Sue and Dawn with their polytunnels are making a stab at growing such things.
It has not rained today; the weather is far from perfect, no sun has emerged but it is fine and warm. Our local church is holding a Flower Festival to celebrate the Queen's Official Birthday and at lunch time were holding a Hog Roast. Friends have gone but I am not a lover of pork and also have no desire to see a whole pig roasting (which I assumed was what I would see). I admit to being a rather squeamish meat eater at the best of times.
Coffee out with friend W this morning and out to lunch with three friends tomorrow while the farmer walks with his walking group. Can't be bad, can it?
I am going out into the garden now to sow my hardy annuals now that the weather is a little more damp.