a golden summer, doors open and close.
I am sitting here in contemplative mood, the scent of roses tumbling in through the open door, the first hollyhocks nodding their heads very gently in the lightest whisper of a breeze. High summer. July and the year turning already towards the shorter days. Difficult to believe at the moment. It is hot and the evening light is bright. This year we are having a summer.
On Sunday we watched the last of the fledglings fly-Tom’s lovely girlfriend graduated as a doctor and we were privileged to be there to see her. Both our children and their partners are graduates now; all have been able to spend the golden summers of their youth in places like this…
I have felt privileged to be able to walk in these courts and green spaces too, as we have watched our younglings fly free on their own wings. I will miss our strolls in these gardens and although they all still live in Cambridge, the direct link is now broken. We have quietly pulled one door closed behind us, and walked through to a new place.
I am still adjusting to the view on the other side.
it is amazing how quickly it all happens – Jimmy will be in highschool in a couple of years – i can feel the start of the slipping away.
lovely gardens
Amazing how one only needs a brief glimpse at images like these + immediately knows: they´re english…
quintessentially English.
I have a feeling that the health service, constabulary, British army, and whatever on earth it is that I do are not as radically dissimilar from Cambridge as one might hope in a country supposedly no longer throttled by old school ties
Beautiful gardens. I am a huge fan of herbacious borders, and am always keen to visit any garden which has them. Congratulations to all your family on their achievements. x