It seems, so far, that that is all we have had this year ; whispers of summer.
The sky staying low and impenetrable, a grey or white mass of immovable matter that won’t budge to let the sun shine through and brighten up the dampened fields and grey buildings. People soldier on, arms covered up, tentative sandals peering out under jeans that are dying to be shed in favour of shorts,skimpy shorts.
Then today, suddenly it appears and we are sweltering in a British summer and gardens are noisy with overexposed families.
My garden is quiet but there is a small buzz as bees and flowers feel that today there is more than just the whisper of summer.