patchwork July

patchwork july

Ah, July. Glorious, hot July. Day after day of endless sunshine. A month for cooling tired toes: in the sea, in the stream, in the paddling pool. We have picked the first of the PYO strawberries and bottled the fleeting elderflower blossom into cordial. The garden has been a joyous mass of climbing roses. We have wiled away afternoons in pub gardens and strolled through fields of sunbleached grass. There have been lollies and ice cream cones, followed by sticky little fingers. School is out for summer.

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