Nine twenty-five. That’s the time the sun was due to set today, here in the East of England. Sunrise was 4.35am (apparently – I was definitely not awake), giving us almost 17 hours of sunshine. It’s Midsummer’s Day, the longest day of the year.
The last frosts are only a few weeks behind us, and the growing season is really just getting going. Yet here we are – half way through the year. From tomorrow, the days will start to get a little shorter again. Crazy, huh?
It definitely felt like summer today. Out in the lanes, the sun shone on the wheat in the fields nearby.
The lanes are full of cow parsley and wild roses. If you’ve ever wanted to tell your dog rose from your field rose (I usually muddle them up), have a look here for a really clear explanation – thanks to A Tramp in the Woods.
The swifts are busy nesting in the roof, and there are swallows in the barn. The redcurrants are ripening (which means we need to hack down the nettle bed that has grown up around them if we want to harvest any…) The apples are on their way.
I managed not to look at the weeds in the veg plot, and just ran in to photograph some bumblebees making good use of the giant foxglove that has seeded itself there.
Today the sun shone. The pigs spent a lovely half hour lying in their wallow, while the kids chased each other around with the garden hose. There are heaps of seeds I should have planted and weeds I should have pulled – but that’s OK, it was Midsummer’s Day. Hope the sun shone for you too.