There is something slow, sleepy and narcotic about the month of July. Full of creeping, caressing plants that grow slowly as you watch them winding and binding themselves onto other plants, up trellis and trunks, up styles and gates. Pinning themselves with glue-like ferocity to walls, stones, ledges and pathways. Yet, time is beautiful in this soft, sweet place where insects gently hum and birds call with notes of pure shrill tones and water gurgles and bubbles over stones. It is surely the month of the gods, for anyone descending onto our rough diamond home from far away would want to wallow and roll in its pure beauty. To suck in the warm sweetness of angels breath and become high with expectations of the gluttony of so much colour and sound .. we are surely in Heaven!
Honeysuckle July windings
Winding binding Tufted vetch in July – Vicia cracca, grows up to 200 cm in length and is a member of the pea family