In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explode and every sunset is different.
John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent
A pictorial diary of my month, what a beauty it’s been.
Wild roses with heart shaped petals.
Champagne cream tea at a friend’s birthday party.
Take That’s very own Wonderland.
The North Sea pretending to be the Mediterranean.
Pond dipping with the overgrown puppy.
The Summer Solstice.
Our barn home taking shape.
Writing romance with this view.
My cup overfloweth