After the wettest June since records began, one might have hoped that July would pull its socks up. Faint hope. We are just half way through the month, and already it has been even wetter than June.
But enough about depressing things, like the non-existent English summer! Let us talk of more cheerful topics: such as, that the baby robins are back again, with their centrically-expanding red breasts; and yesterday morning I saw what was either a baby wren or a baby gold crest hiding from the rain in the creeper above my bedroom window. The purple honey-scented buddleia is slowly coming into bloom, a clump of pink hollyhocks is growing up out of the midst of the rhubarb plant, and we have recently spotted some beautiful butterflies (species unidentified) in the garden. So life is still good! It will take more than a washed-out summer to dampen these hardened British spirits...
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