Midsummer slowly gambols its way into the month of June. It is like a wraith, a ghost, a magical creature that swirls itself into every nook and cranny. It presents itself in unexpected places and as much as people have tried, over the centuries, to explain it the only answer ever offered from the wisest and knowledgeable to the eccentric and slightly touched is ‘it is the faery folk.’
Much as we like to scoff and pretend that this is an ordinary time in an ordinary month we are always proved wrong.
This morning, I awoke to a pond that had suddenly plummeted in its water depth. Yesterday it was almost to the very brim with everything freshened and re-born in the recent rainfall. Now it reminds me of the sea shore when the tide goes out.
My beautiful snow white floribunda Iceberg roses have suddenly changed into blood spotted nightmarish versions of the usual perfection.
Up above my Iceberg rose on Midsummer’s day with its pink and blood red spots and stripes
Iceberg rose … what it usually looks like
My Goji berry bushes have developed a Midsummer plume of mildew.
Midsummer Goji berry bush sprinkled with mildew
Of course, there are rational explanations as to why these things happen all around the same time in the middle of Summer, after all we all know that it isn’t the fairies, pixies and goblins … don’t we?