It is high summer. We’ve had some very fine weather but also brumous days when the mist and clouds merge and don’t lift all day, and smuggy days when the humidity hits hard and strong. But we have escaped the fiercest temperatures of this month. There are occasional compensations for living in an area that is wetter, milder and more temperate than most.
On a personal note, energy of all kinds has been lacking, not entirely a result of the heat. While I wait for balance to be restored, and before we lose July for yet another year, I’ll continue with another short post documenting this warm and almost entirely dry high summer. Visually rather than in words. Words require energy.
This time, the colours of July from the garden. Earthbound and skyward.
Sunrises filled with golden promise …
… encapsulated in the hues of yellow roses from bud to blowsy
Some evenings have seen dramatic blues as the day waned and the winds sent the turbine sails whirring.
But a closer look at theatrical skies will find other shades
such as lilac and white echoed in delicate sweet peas.
Fruit salad hues flirting on the edges of twilight are sumptuously echoed in evening roses and reflected in the full-blown glory of a spectacular sunset.
Sweet peas still select from the palette…
… whilst day lilies, Gertrude Jekyll,
echinacea and calendula hold a mirror to vibrant skies.
Today, on this penultimate day of the month, the skies are pearly-grey. I expect to see showers, not sunshine.
There are still counterparts in the garden…
… though Madame Alfred looks better against blue skies than grey.
Perhaps she is best entirely unadorned.