I wandered to the top of the garden on the evening of the summer solstice; the last of the sun was shining on the sheep a couple of fields away. It was one of those moments that you felt you wanted to remember. As I leant on the fence I could smell the scent of newly mown grass; a tractor had been trundling up and down the field cutting down the patches of nettles and thistles that were rampantly growing. The smell of grass that is drying in the sun is sweet and took me back to the days when we cut our own hay for the goats and sheep - hours spent turning the rows in sweltering heat; praying that it wouldn't rain till all was gathered in.
The garden is full of scents right now - impossible to choose a favourite. Roses take some beating; but then there is lavender, sweet peas, sweet William, dianthus, honeysuckle - even the strawberries are fragrant. And though the garden looks like a jungle right now - overblown and blousy - a walk round in the evening with the air full of different fragrances is proof positive of why we garden - the perfumes that assail us being a reward for all the hard work it takes to get to this point.
It is also the time for poppies- although not fragrant, they add an ethereal beauty, the petals falling almost as soon as they arrive. We have a field of them nearby which catches our eye as we drive past - stunning.
These are the poppies in the garden, but below is Mother Nature's contribution - she does it so much better!
The enticing view from the road as you pass by.
Fleeting moments in a poppy field.
Elainep.s. thanks to husband for the field poppy pictures.