It is officially summer. So far, I don’t hate it. Enough rainfall, enough warmth to suit me, coupled with nice cool nights.
And the garden insects have not become pestiferous. Yet. The voles seemingly have enjoyed the gummy bears I’ve grudgingly allowed them to have in their little holes, the slugs know to stay away because an impossibly tall building will come through the garden early morning, late evening with a pointy stick and intere their molluskan carcasses into the soil. Life is cruel.
Or life is good. Or at least good-ish.