England, my England

I have always considered myself fortunate to have been born in England. On the whole, the weather is usually moderate. The summers are pleasant and the winters are tolerable. There is an air of freedom within the people that surges from the core of each individual. We have a love of our country that comes from deep within our souls. It is strange to think that this love has grown without any aid. We do not have to swear allegiance to our country. Neither do we indoctrinate our children with daily chants that tie them to the state or flag. There are no pseudo salutations and we do not stand to attention and hold on to our hearts. Our love of our land is stronger than this and yet we never have to remind ourselves of it. post extra: day 13 after St Swithin's - Saturday was warm and sunny, clouding over in the late evening with rainfall starting at 6.50 pm. Day 14 after St Swithin's - Sunday, warm and sunny with a cool breeze. Note: there is now an addition to the bees a third bee has arrived on the scene and spending the nights tucked deep into the bamboo canes of the insect house.