Today I am grateful to my daughter for taking me up a hill into a little grove and then up the hill to the top where there is a bit of meadow between the trees and the moors. I looked up at the sky, and it looked just like summer: blue, with white clouds, with a little breeze. It may be British, but it’s still summer. Grasshoppers were chirping. I even saw one.
16 June 2011: summer meadow