Who said the words “English” and “summer” are antonyms?
A view from our upstairs window at the time. I love the gold and the red and the dark; I am filled with a deep ache, a longing and nostalgia. This is an image of glory, of timelessness.
Sunset on cherries.
We had a cherry tree when we lived in this house; we never ate them though – the birds got to them first.
Our English garden.
The garden of (one of) our homes in England. Look at the hedge – I trimmed it myself! I’m perplexed by the reflection; there’s a Union Jack in it, but I have absolutely no idea what it is.
Satis Writes 