I am feeling wistful today. It seems that summer has bypassed me once again. I didn't get to go strawberry picking, visit a beach or even lick an ice cream. My earlier intentions for a garden 'full of flowers' didn't materialise and most of the plants in the garden have now gone to seed. Next year I won't 'wait' for summer. I will just make the most of each sunny day as and when it comes.
My voluntary work keeps me close to nature and I will be able to witness the changing seasons around me. I will give you a clue as to what my voluntary work involves : my favourite work of fiction, ever, is 'The Grapes of Wrath'. Any ideas?