In June, she'll change her tune

Climbing the stairs to the attic this afternoon, as I do several times every day, I looked out of the window down onto the elder trees hn the back garden. They are laden with disks of white flowers. That can't have happened overnight, surely, as spring gave way to summer (by the calendar, at least)? But if not, how have I not noticed it until now?

Later I went out for a walk, up to the top of the hill and along the main road, and it is true that suddenly there are dog roses in the hedgerows and summer flowers everywhere: but our garden is shaded, and usually lags behind.

Anyway, summer now. This long strange spring is over. We have no plans to rush out and socialise in groups of six.