Usually when I walk the Ditch, I'm looking for Harry the Heron, Gaby the Goose or the Ducksters. But there is more to it all than that. It's also a flower walk and one that begins closer to home as I pass the rose garden of someone who has a passion for pink.
As I draw closer to the ditch I am transported to a different time and place where the sense memory is that of honeysuckle. This large honeysuckle hedge is so fragrant, so full of blooms, I find myself in a spot quite unlike my own -- at least for a block or so.
The tall birches are first to greet me as I enter the Ditch.
But as I start my first round I see loads of flowers.
Some appear to be wild.
I'm not so sure about the others.
But either way, they are lovely.
Even the grasses are filled with wee blossoms. I loved these yellow ones.
And on this first day of summer, I leave you with a sunset.
When this photo was taken, it was nearly ten o'clock. It wasn't fully dark till sometime after.
Oh, keep those long days coming for another month or so!
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