And then June finally arrives (after what felt like a year-long spring), and you can't help but think, "this is it! Summer's here!" But it's not really. Summer comes to Britain doled out in dribs and drabs. I'm used to summer starting on Memorial Day and ending on Labor Day back in the U.S., and you can count on warm weather and sunshine for months on end. Since moving to Britain though, I've learned to take my summer where I can get it--and sometimes that's an hour at a time. By August though, we've cobbled together a lovely English summer and enough warm, sunny moments to get us through the long, dark winter.
For me summer begins and ends in a garden and in nature. Beyond that, our garden is my sanctuary during the busy summer months, when Oxford is filled to the brim with summer school students, conference-goers, and travellers from all over the world. Oxford in the summer is a busy, energetic place, and adding to that, Stuart is at his busiest in the summer; so my peace and calm is nestled in the ivy covered walls of our garden.
|This past Sunday afternoon in our garden and the|
girls enjoying a little afternoon stroll.
|Summer lavender--Hidcote variety.|
|Deep pink lavatera will bloom well into autumn.|
|Jack as the summer began.|
|A teething, teen-aged puppy.|
|Jack investigating the Cotswold village of Upper Slaughter.|
|Lady Catherine de Bourgh always leading the way for Miss Havisham.|
|The best of friends and inseparable.|
|My patience has paid off and |
Lacy C. and Miss H will eat out of my hand.
|Blue moon shining over the old city walls inside New College.|
|Oxford Shakespeare Company's 'Twelfth Night', Wadham College Gardens.|
|June Queen Anne's Lace in Holywell Cemetery.|
|Jack playing 'tiger in the grass' as we walk.|
to stop for a breath and a glass of Pimm's. Our favourite
is the blackberry and elderflower Pimm's.
|Our fridge is summer-stocked with plenty of Pimm's.|
|Stuart, the master puntsman.|