Is hoping summer never ends
A summer haze has descended on Margot HQ and she doesn’t want it to end
There is something about the comings and goings which makes summer for me. I love a full house; friends descending on us from far flung corners and children, dogs and grown-ups turning feral in the farmhouse garden for a weekend or two. This summer has been no exception. The calendar has been brimming for weeks. From those turning up to help with the lavender harvest to others calling in for the night to break up journeys planned from Land’s End to John O’Groats; it’s been wonderful to reminisce moments of youth, rekindle long held friendships and watch new ones blossom amongst the next generation. Looking at the tribe of children (and a vast pack of dogs) running round the garden, it’s hard to remember a time without them all. When did we become so grown up?
The farmhouse isn’t finished by any means but it’s been marvellous to fill it with the sound of laughter, wine sloshing into glasses and children playing. Luckily old friends don’t mind the ancient plumbing, rustic farmhouse look and lack of modcons, and miraculously the farmhouse has coped with an endless stream of guests appearing and disappearing. Rooms have transformed tardis-like to accommodate more mattresses on floors or squish extra bodies around the table at breakfast time, and I’ve never had a better excuse to channel my inner Ma Larkin. There have been happy times in the kitchen with feasts prepared with many hands, plenty of chat and music blaring. It is almost unthinkable that a summer here in Hampshire could end up being as glorious as holidays spent abroad, but this year certainly hasn’t disappointed. I’ve even managed the odd afternoon reading a good book or two in the hammock Jerry bought me for my birthday. Sheer bliss!
To be honest, I’m not sure what’s come over us. The farmhouse seems to have had some sort of magical effect on us all. Not only have Jerry and I managed to leave our desks for a while to enjoy the sunshine – almost unheard of in Jerry’s case - but pushing their usual squabbles to one side, the girls have surprised me with a summer of sibling love. Where’s the usual countryside chaos I hear you ask? Perhaps it’s been spirited off on its summer hols too, dear Reader?
Dens galore in the garden, we even have our own festival chic in the form of a makeshift glamping site now, courtesy of Poppy and Primrose. Heaps of bunting, some old chintz cushions and strings of solar fairy lights have transformed a battered old tent to create their own secret camp. I’m not sure there’s anything left in their bedrooms as it all seems to have migrated to the tent, but you’ll find no complaints here, dear Reader. Planning clandestine club meetings, secret passwords and afternoon raids on the pantry – it’s brought hours of fun. Childhood unplugged as they say. Who knew the girls could stop bickering for more than five minutes flat? Magic, indeed. Although I wish they’d stop stealing all the ice lollies.
It’s true to say that this holiday has been hard to beat. Even the ducks have been on their best behaviour, so there really must have been some witchcraft afoot. As September rolls in, I can’t bear the thought of a new school year and wrestling the girls out of bed once more. I can’t believe I am saying it but I really don’t want summer to end. The time just seems to have galloped away. Any chance you might be able to slow it down, dear Reader? I’d rather like to return to my hammock.
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