Haymaking and Honey.
When I first sat down to write this, we had officially just passed the longest day. It has taken a few weeks to catch up and finish off. Long days feature quite high currently, mainly due to waking up very early. I think it must be the birds. It's not so much a chorus as a symphony at dawn. I was looking out of the bathroom window a few mornings ago, the clock said it was 4.26am. The bathroom faces north and there was the most amazing stripe of orange running across the sky from the church, which is in the east. I realised that I was at that moment witnessing the crack of dawn. I couldn't go back to sleep so I headed to the garden and got busy taking cuttings and doing all sorts of other things I can only do productively when no one else is around. Having worried about the lack of foxgloves, I had to laugh to myself as we were surrounded by triffids of them along the hedgerows and everywhere else you looked. All they needed was s...