The banks and hedges now are white with bramble blossom, busy with butterflies and loud with bees....a promise of fruit,,,jam.. mmmm! Last year was incredibly abundant and still eating blackberry jam...
Kale, broccoli , not in huge quantities yet but enough to delight. Peas even a bag in the freezer. Reviving an old Christmas custom, of setting first fruits aside to enrich Christmas. So a packet of peas and broad beans tied up with red yarn.
At this moment there is not a cat in sight... somewhere in the hours before anyone else is up, they are out there. When my old one and the two small girls were out on the lane very early, there was a bold splash of black and white a few fields away... the young lad who raced to us, calling.
( He heard this as he is at the door! Frisks the place for food, then settles with me on the bed..)
On Sunday a young couple at the gate, from Canada.. Another neighbour was around and the ferryman.. so a convivial time. And they bought a pair of hand knitted "sleevies"; money so much needed in my faith family's work in India.
Then a quiet afternoon sitting in dappled sun under rich fuchsia, " deora de", the tears of God. Well,
quiet? So many bees! An old, old bush, in the lee of the 150 year old wall...shielding the dwelling from open view ..
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