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 The Weekly Photo Challenge prompt is:

Summer. 

“Where you live, summer might be arriving soon, or (if you’re in the southern hemisphere), a fleeting memory. But what signifies summer to you? For me, it’s this picture, taken a few weeks ago in Rome, of me wearing shorts and shoes with no socks on the cobbled streets of Rome. When I’m able to dress like this for more than a week, I know that summer’s really here.”

Share a picture that means SUMMER to you! 

Here in England, within the blink of an eye, we have gone from cold and wet weather more usual for March, straight into what feels like July.  The average temperature for May is usually about  17°C, but the past week has been unseasonably hot with temperatures of  around  23°C,  if not higher on some days lately.

It is not officially Summer until 20th June, the date of the Summer Solstice, but at the moment we are experiencing Summer weather in Spring.    Is it any wonder we talk about the weather in England, it is so unpredictable, we could all be digging our jumpers out next week.  The old expression “Ne’er cast a clout until May is out”  rings loud in my head.

With a taster of our Summer to come, I have found some photos that are evocative to me of  SUMMER.

SUMMER is beautiful roses in the garden


SUMMER is wonderful vases of Sweet Peas with their scent wafting  around the house


SUMMER is the hot colours of flowers like Montbrettia in the flowerbeds

SUMMER is the noise of lawn mowers early evening.   Bring back the sound of the push mower, far more pleasant than the constant drone of the hover mower.
SUMMER is sitting on the patio having Al Fresco breakfast at the weekend and supper with friends, chilling out, chatting and laughing until it gets dark.
 
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
                                                                                                                (Sonnet 18) by William Shakespeare

 

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