I am not a summer person. I think I spend more time inside during the summer than at any other time of the year. This year has been so warm that I have hibernated and enjoyed my hibernation. Books, books and more books interspersed with football, rugby and the odd film. The anticipation of Wimbledon and the World Cup followed by the Tour de France it is just a pleasure to hibernate.
Now, I do have to admit that there are some lovely aspects to a dry hot summer. It is wonderful to be able to sit out in the garden in the evening with sun gone and the air still warm. It is wonderful to be able to go for a walk in the evening without having to carry an umbrella or coat. No need to plan for those showers of rain.
A sound which epitomises Summer for me is the sound of bees. There is a hedge in the back garden which attracts the bees. It is covered in tiny flowers at the moment and the bees just swarm around it. There is also woodbine in the hedge and the sound of bees is just magical.
This photo was taken by my husband John showing a honey bee in the garden hedge.
However, what I enjoy the most is being able to wash the clothes, peg them out and know that they will be dry in a few hours. There is a different smell from clothes which have dried in the air. And what about getting those duvets dried? Sheer bliss. A little piece of heaven when folding those winter duvets after drying in the sun. That smell of sunshine seems to linger.
Just one word of warning, if you are washing pillows please check that no minute tears have mysteriously formed before washing pillows. I did not take adequate time to check and ended up with an empty pillow and a washing machine full of fibres. Such is life.
So yes, I suppose I do enjoy summer but in my own way which perhaps is not the norm. then again who says what is the norm? Enjoy your day wherever you may be.