It's almost too much to take in, this headlong rush into summer.
Even waking at 5 and going in at 9,
there aren't enough hours to absorb all the changes.
Roses bloom and petals drop,
the foxglove spires elongate and fill with bees,
the clematis Wilsonii really does smell of chocolate,
but the honeysuckle is still scentless.Why?
Californian poppies shout for attention.
The white wisteria veil falls again across the Sisisinghurst walls,
a little respite.
A hammock is slung.
The occupant now bound once again for Japan.