I walked, in the hot silence, through the garden. It felt so very good to be back after such a long absence.
The garden is green. Green everywhere. Except for blue hydrangeas there seemed to very little of any other colour.
I walked in and out of dappled shade provided by the tall trees. It felt almost dream like. Perhaps that was the heat.
No sign yet of the tinge of autumn colour that will indicate that this year in the garden is done.
I am relieved - I missed the garden more than I had realised.
