Garden jewels

I moaned bitterly about the damp spring we had in London. Summer solstice on June 21st was a wet, cold, dark miserable day and I had just about given up on the notion that we might get a sneak preview of the sun on this island. But the sun did turn up, eventually, in all it’s glory, warm and glowing. With it a wave of optimism, a buzz in the heart of London and to my delight, transformed my garden into a  mass of colour. My back garden has exploded with fruit and veg and thanks to the long nights I am able to make it in time to enjoy a few stolen hours tending my plants and picking my fruit…  which I find almost too beautiful to eat.