At least, so sang hairy, novelty '70s pop band Mungo Jerry. Touching the sky is one thing, but blogging seems even harder than ever in these scorching temperatures.
( Not that I'm complaining: this weather is fantastic and infinitely preferable to our total non-Summer of last year. Still... innit hot...? )
Anyway, enough of my excuses, please enjoy these shots of our wild flower border which is growing beautifully and constantly surprising us as new and more colourful flowers appear on a daily basis...
And the golden-winged chap below is a dragonfly which briefly landed on our washing-line. I like this shot because the shape of the TV aerial on the roof almost appears to mimic the insect's shape, in reverse. A totally unintended piece of serendipity. It also seems that the wild flowers are encouraging more bees into our garden, which can only be a good thing.
Cloudless every day you fall upon my waking eyes
Inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning