Glorious sunshine

Why, dear friends, I do believe we have had our first taste of summer this very day. The sky was a most becoming shade of blue and the sun shone brightly. As is the habit of the great British public, every inch of grass, garden and park bench displayed a recumbent form lapping up the warmth of the sun lest we see no more and to feel the warmth upon their bones. The  look of sheer bliss upon their faces really was a sight to behold. I only hope, my dears, that a certain element of caution was also undertaken by those of a fairer complexion for the heat of the sun can fast turn a golden glow into a burning fire upon a fair skin. 

On return from our professional toil, windows have been thrown wide and the sun warmed air allowed to circulate through our home; why one can almost feel the deep breath of fresh air it inhaled, the warm scent of summer pervading every room - I do believe the male guardian was in heaven for he is somewhat fond of the warmer climate.

We have spent time in the sanctuary garden, enjoying the fresh breeze, and admiring the cottage borders, tending to plants and generally pottering. Our farming neighbours are tending the land, toiling early and late in the day; the familiar sound of the tractor part of everyday life. 

Tomorrow is forecasting another warm day; oh my, will it last until the Bank Holiday is upon us? I do fear, my dears, the curse of the Bank Holiday weather may beset us.