Toes are peeking out from sandals, ice is clinking in glasses, sun lotion stains are round the collars of clothes and my sunglasses are on.
The best bit is I have travelled no further than the distance from my fridge to my garden to experience this lovely burst of summer. Just as well given my passport seems to have expired.
Signs of summer this week have been...
...bubbles in the garden.
... post tea-time fun and games.
... flowers in bloom (not from my garden though).
...skipping, summer dress and socks and sandals.
...sun, sun, sun with a splash of sun.
...summer cub camp.
...world cup fever.
Long may the sun shine and my skin be warmed by its glow (in a non-burning kind of way). It's been far too long since I had brown legs and I rather fancy a change :-)