Why is it that the dog, when thirsty, prefers to drink the water from the dishes under the patio pots instead of her own water bowl brimming with fresh spring water (note – we are on a spring – I do not buy bottled water to give the dog LOL) (Email-readers there’s a video here – please click into the blog title to see the 7sec video)
This unaccustomed heat has had the memories rolling. I recall days (well they felt like days) playing over the fields. The field next to where I lived usually flooded in the spring – meaning that the wheat didn’t grow in certain areas. In these ‘blank’ places the wildflowers grew. There would be whole large patches filled with poppies, dog daisies and cornflowers, and you could walk (carefully, so as not to damage any wheat) along the tracks to end up in them, hidden from view.
Then, later, after harvest, there were the straw bales to turn into castles and forts, for imaginative play.
There was the small stream half way between our village and the next, where it would be good to take a ‘picnic’ (anything we could scrounge to eat or drink from our respective parents). We’d sit on the two-plank bridge and dangle hot feet in the trickling water, eating whatever and talking nonsense.
My memories are of a country life, living on the edge of a small village in Berkshire – how different they might have been if my parents had not moved out of the east end of London when I was on the way!
What memories do you have of childhood summer days?
Do you think the weather has really changed that much over your lifetime?
What did you get up to?
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