Summertime
I can hear you humming it as you look at the title of today’s blog!
Wonderful, sunny weather here in the UK. I played golf today (as badly as usual, but never mind. The company was great and the weather was perfect) and the temperature was 24 degrees. That would be hot even in June. I played wearing shorts and a sleeveless shirt, and still felt hot.
Of course, by June I’ll be complaining because it’s freezing cold, but just at the moment England is a place of great beauty. On the golf course the trees are all bedecked in bridal splendour (it looks like that, anyway), the swans are nesting, the grass is green and there’s plenty of run on the ball, which means that players like me can actually hit it a reasonable distance. The birds are singing and we shall soon have families of baby ducklings, baby goslings and baby cygnets.
Tomorrow youngest daughter and boyfriend are coming over from Belgium and staying for nearly a week, and son, and eldest daughter and family will be coming on Sunday. Hopefully they’ll all arrive in time for church and our granddaughter will enjoy the Easter egg hunt afterwards.
At the moment life is quite wonderful. There! Now it’s down in writing – to refer back to on those occasions when life isn’t quite so good.
What’s more, we have hot cross buns tomorrow.
Have a wonderful Easter wherever you are.