My favourite thing about summer...This was my Sunday, recently.
Spontaneous drives to the sea at 5pm in the afternoon after a day of humidity forces us out of the town. Cooling down by walking or driving through lanes edged by cow parsley, teasels and elderflower where the light is green and fresh. Seeing the waters of the Deben appear through the piney woods at Ramsholt, metallic and glittering as the sun drops towards the horizon. Seeing the soil change from dark Suffolk clay to the Red Crag of the Deben estuary, enjoying the clouds of red dust that puff around our feet as we walk towards the pub and the little sandy beach where children mudlark.
A plate of sun warm tomatoes, sliced and sprinkled with salt and pepper. Picking them. Walking through the tomato vines in the greenhouse and getting my legs wet after watering, finding the ripest and laughing at the bees which have drunk themselves insensible on the nectar from the semi tropical flowers we grow there too.
The evening sun catching the droplets of nectar on the sundews, little bog loving carniverious plants which we also grow in shallow terracotta pots in the greenhouse. They glisten, jewel like on the edges of curled stems, fringed in red.
Watching my rabbits lie on their backs in the little scrape they have excavated under the spirea bush. They let the sun warm their bellies and keep their heads hidden beneath the leaves.
Sorry, a mini essay but I could not choose.
