Lost in the Seasons

I'm stuck in the middle of endless, miserable weather in a city just west of London known as Slough.
Okay,I exaggerate.
When I say endless, I mean that in between the persistent rain from Sunday to Sunday,there are 1, even 2 hour breaks of sunshine.
When I say miserable, I mean that its August, typically the hottest month of the year in western countries, and the daily average is 16°C.
Having to wear jumpers and socks indoors and even turn the heating on at night does not appeal to me in August.

I'd much rather be here:

i think i would spend most of my time here..

 but instead  I have to go make more hot cocoa :[

Flowers ,Flowers Everywhere!

It seemed that everyone on my street had caught a case of the green thumb this weekend. Fathers and sons, husbands and wives, parents and kids had their pant bottoms and sleeves rolled up and were digging into the dirt.

All in the hope that a month or two from now, the fragrance of beautiful bouquets will greet us as we enter our homes. What would be better than bypassing the florist and picking flowers from your own garden? Nothing whatsoever.

daffodils and branches 

lily and alchemilla 

 bluebells and chive blossoms

 hydrangeas and lavender 

rose hips

autumn joy, celosia

alliums  

Just beautiful! I hope this inspires you to dig into the dirt!