I used to long for the Summer. Long warm days, lingering twilights,time to visit friends and family and hours companionably watering the garden, smelling the tomatoes and anticipating the ripening fruit on the trees. Not to mention driving through the countryside seeing the potatoes paddocks in flower next to onion crops and drying heads of poppies.
Now it is a different story. Extreme temperatures have changed all that. Now I think of summer with a sense of trepidation as we all brace ourselves for more fires and heat waves and associated trauma in the community.
But the garden remains a sanctuary.