In the garden today the heat is hot ( to quote the song Horse With No Name by America) - obviously not as hot as the desert but hot for England. It's even hotter in the car - 22 degrees this afternoon. I notice because I make 12 journeys in the car today.
To and from the farmer's market for a forest of greenery....... to and from The Mede care centre (twice) for Robin to spend the day there ( leaving him in dear safe hands)......... to and from town to have coffee and lush Tunisian orange cake with 3 dear friends........ and to and from another dear friend's house
(twice )- once for a gorgeous lunch for 3 of us - pea soup, roasted cherry tomatoes and a garden salad vibrant with nasturtium flowers - and back again in the evening for Deeksha meditation....... and date and ginger plum cake.
And somewhere in between - a walk to the allotment to save the tomatoes and the spinach and carrots from dying in the heat.
Today I love it all, because unlike the young tender vegetables which wilt in this temperature, I thrive in it. Even though I seek the shade I feel awake in my own skin - in my element - like a lizard basking on a hot wall.
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