Il n'est pas long, le temps des cerises

Yesterday I believed in summer. I walked into town without a jacket, and I took my camera with me to photograph the bluebells down the road:

The first cherries had arrived at the greengrocer's, and there is still asparagus. And the long evenings seem to have arrived while I wasn't paying attention.

Today is cooler, grey and overcast. The radio warns me of heavy showers, thunderstorms, and Theresa May visiting the northeast.