Despite the chilly dampness of the last many months, the garden knows that we’re nearing solstice. The long days have coaxed the roses into their first flush of blooms. They’re so lovely.

In the opposite corner the Mexican fleabane is as exuberant and joyful a ever, framing a wee pink dahlia. I just love those little sunny faces and how they remind me of the many gardens I visited in England.

And oh, this forecast! It might just be what hope looks like. Can it be that summer might finally be around the corner?