Yesterday, I wrote 229 words under the title summery II. Much of that post has been condensed into the following 14 words. Which is why this is titled summary.
Through the long hours
of the longest days,
the linden hums
with honeyed promises
Another summery picture to mark the fact that although yesterday was the longest day, today the sun will actually set later.**
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Well, I managed to miss the solstice sunrise, but it does look quite summery outside the window.
There again, my idea of what summer looks like has been changed by years of living in Spain.
Forgetting for a moment about the rain and the cold that is more often the reality, I think of British summer as pale and hazy, delicate and frilled, in pastel shades of strawberries and cream.
It’s honeysuckle, gypsophila and sweet peas; strappy sandals, pretty print frocks and matching cardigans.
In Spain, though, summer is brash and solid and in-your-face.
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They promised us a week of rain, starting last Saturday, and I was really rather looking forward to it. In fact, although it’s definitely not as hot as it was, this is probably the most cloud we’ve seen:
“September on the doorstep” – not yet a poem, but maybe it’ll grown up to be one when it’s older.
Vacuum cleaners are great, but there’s nothing quite like taking your aggression out on a dusty carpet hung on the line! 
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