British weather.....

It has to be said that the good old British weather is complex and, to outsiders, really quite hard to understand. My dear lady guardian however loves the variable nature of it, come rain or shine. We are thankful for the recent rain to water the parched gardens, in particular the new hedge, which has undergone a small growth spurt. So very exciting, my dears. My guardian's have been in correspondence with the antipodean branch of the family who are experiencing a cold snap; why they have had a fire lit of late, it transpires. Really quite hard to believe for those of us less well travelled, for the Australia's are oft portrayed as a such a hot country. I fear a little too hot for oneself I do believe.

The harvest fields grow more golden by the day; such a glorious sight to behold on a summers day, miles of waving crops like a golden sea upon the land. The small orchard is aglow with the rosy hue of apples peeking forth from their green finery, and what are crop we do anticipate to take us through autumn to winter. The periodicals that my guardian's do so enjoy turn their thoughts to Autumn, indeed the nights have already begun that slow drawing in. Our British seasons are such a delight, are they not. Summer has produced plentiful supplies of vegetables all prepared and preserved by my lady guardian for the seasons ahead. Such a satisfying task that gives one a warm glow. My lady guardian is very fond of the Scandinavian hygge, enjoying the simple pleasures, good food and company, cosied up by the fire in winter and candlelight. We endeavour to take a leaf out of our Scandinavian friends book and practice what they preach, learning to live with what our seasons throw at us. Oh England, my lionheart; how we do love thee.