. . . magic.
There are walks to enjoy across the meadows where the grassy slopes have turned to a haze of golden buttercups. High above, feathery cloud formations stretch across the sky where swifts speed and the buzzard circles on an ever upward spiral.
Later in the day, just before sun down, the golden hour casts its own special magic. Dusk brings fluttering bats, who brush past us as they swoop low over the pond. And as the sky turns to indigo the white flowers in the garden begin to glow.
Longer evenings, lantern-lit, are spent outdoors. Midsummer approaches, bringing a sprinkling of magic.