The weather is rarely, if ever, right for us in the UK. Perhaps we have just got used to finding something wrong with it all the time. If it is cold then we complain and if it is hot we complain. Today it is hot; the pollen count is high. the sun is at its highest (the Solstice is on Wednesday) and really the day is best viewed from a chair somewhere in the shade. Poor Tess desperately wants to go for her walks but as soon as we set off she has to keep lying down for a rest in the grass, and I only take her in the coolest parts of the day.
I don't ever remember the wild roses (Rosa Canina for the most part) being as good as they are this year. They have climbed to the top of so many of the bushes and small trees and, if you can get near enough to smell them, their delicate scent is exquisite.
Sunday lunch out was the order of the day again today - four of us - the other three having salmon and me having mushroom and red pepper stroganoff. Sunday is a family day and we four agree that it is the hardest day when one is alone, so what better way to pass it than with friends. Next week one of our four will be away and another is busy so we shall be down to two.
I have a busy week this week luckily. Everything seems to be moving so slowly with the farm and I need to fill my time so that there is little time left for thinking about things. The weather is set to get a little bit cooler towards the end of the week and I am sure that will please Tess - fur coats are not the best clothes to wear in this heat.