A Day in June

June is such a lovely month in England, summer creeps in and clothes the countryside is in all its lush glory.

Wildflowers like foxgloves, cow parsley, buttercups, common daisy, common vetch and birdsfoot trefoil grow in abundance everywhere you look.

The bees are in their element with all this abundant food and that makes me happy to see.

On Monday I took a walk along the country lanes in my neighbourhood. I came across this adorable little wild strawberry growing happily in a stone wall.

Peeking over the wall we see a lovely orchard and a rather nice house that I wouldn’t mind living in!

The hedgerows are full of blackberry flowers, come autumn there will be an abundance of fruit to forage.

Leaving the lane I take a woodland path, weaving my way down to the river. I love it down here, it’s peaceful, tranquil and cool on these warm summer days.

On my way home I can’t resist picking some wildflowers. There is something about a wildflower bouquet’s untidiness that makes it perfectly beautiful.

A Day In June

From the Vision of Sir Launfal

James Russell Lowell

And what is so rare as a day in June?

Then, if ever, come perfect days;

Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,

And over it softly her warm ear lays;

Whether we look, or whether we listen,

We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;

Every clod feels a stir of might,

An instinct within it that reaches and towers,

And, groping blindly above it for light,

Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers.

Wishing you all a wonderful Thursday 😊

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