Wisteria in full bloom in our garden, strangely paler than we remember it from other years. The hot weather saw us eating lunch at the bottom of our garden where the trees provide shade. Although our house is in the middle of a village at the front, the back is one house away from open country. We are watching with amazement as a pair of blackbirds attempt to rear a brood in a rambling rose, in full view of hungry, prowling cats.
A third Swallowtail Shawl by Evelyn Clarke, this time in laceweight. In fact, I started this one first, then lost heart as it seemed to take forever and I was concerned that it would be too small to be of any use. It is knit in cashmere laceweight from Devon Fibres who were doing brisk trade at the i-knit London wool fair. Now it is complete, it has a lovely drape to it and the extra repeats make it more than just a shoulder shawl.
Last, a blaze of glory from the laburnum at the end of the garden, above my husband's workshop. It is doubly precious to him as his mother raised it from a seedling at their old family home.