Week 21
Swimming and dappling
Hello!
I hope you have had a beautiful week. Here we had some rain! A shocker, it has been such a long, dry spring-summer. It rained softly for much of the night, I think, and the plants breathed a sign of relief and the air smelt beautiful and fresh. And now it seems to have returned to sunny times. What a year.
This is our weekly post in which I tell you something that felt particularly seasonal about my week, and then you tell me yours, and then we stitch them all together at the end of the month into one big poem, of sorts.
I have two this week:
Swimming
We have this beautiful swimming lake a few minutes drive away and although this week was not my first dip of the year, it is the week it got serious. Some friends and I have sort of dared each other to do one physical thing a day for 30 days and I chose lake and sauna, and so my month of hot and cold has begun. I will emerge with skin like a baby. It’s a beautiful place to spend time and I always kick myself for not making more use of it, so I am very pleased to be being forced into it.
Dappling
Look at the path through our woods! Such beautiful dappling as the canopy closes up over head, and so very ‘this week’ because next week it could all be dark and gloomy. This is a beautiful bit.
That’s it from me. Now over to you. What have you noticed/eaten/done this week that felt particularly ‘this week of the year’?
Comments below please.
I finally got to go to the Chelsea flower show which you can only do during this month of the year! It was a bitter sweet trip as I was meant to be going with my sister in memory of our ate mum who never went but would have so loved too. Sadly my sister is very poorly with a flare of her autoimmune condition so my daughter came instead. We had a wonderful day and raised a glass of eye wateringly expensive Pimms in her memory!!😍
So many golden hour evenings and gorgeous gentle orange/ pink sunsets this week. And cow parsley EVERYWHERE. Yesterday we stopped the car on a country road over to Berwick on Tweed to let a mother grouse and 9 tiny babies cross the road - never done that before!