Essence of summer... High tide with the sound of the beach rocks crashing friendly on each other,.. The ocean a pale aquamarine with rosy patches in the predawn flush...
So utterly quiet and a depth of deep serene peace. The birdsong has changed and muted as mating and raising chicks has passed .
Sun now, and a stillness. The islanders are late risers.
Practicalities today include harvesting peas.. I had no idea they were so filled with vitamins etc until I googled. A superfood...
These will be eaten raw... One of the forbidden delights of a childhood when in post war England we all grew food ... picking peas and eating from the pod in warm sun .. No idea yet how many are ready so we shall see.
So in my second childhood, I shall later sit in the sun , podding and eating fresh peas!
Life is good!
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