Once again this morning dawned dull and grey - not cold, but there wasn't a chink of blue in the sky which ever way we looked. A gentle breeze from the west wafted the long grass heads, now beautifully delicate and tall and changing from purple and pink to a more subtle amber shade.
Little Suzy trotted over to me and wistfully looked skyward, her lovely face a bit puzzled.
"Uncle Gordon," she whispered. "Mummy said that this morning is called June 27th. And she said that the Longest Day of the Year was last week. And so was Midsummer's Day. So when is it going to be hot and sunny?"
I refected upon this and put my wing gently around her.
"It will be, Suzy dear, you'll see. I can't say exactly when the sky will turn sapphire blue, and the sun will warm our bodies. It isn't something we can look up in Harvest's Library either! But Summer will come. Sometimes the best things are worth waiting a little bit longer for."
And I really hoped I was going to be right. Gordon xxx