During my three weeks away, the hortensia (hydrangea) finally bloomed. I was beginning to despair, as our late winter had gone straight to summer, skipping spring entirely. This is the sixth summer the hortensia has thrived on the balcony - despite lashings of high winds, storms and an accidental dousing of toxic cleaning chemicals, bright pink blooms always manage to emerge from the soil. I find that reassuring.
On this lazy summer Sunday, have been sipping cucumber water with mint, reading a hard-to-find magazine, writing a blog post, watching the French Open Men's final (won for the fourth time running by the young Spanish hearthrob Rafael Nadal) and doing as little as possible requiring actual physical effort. Now I must drag myself across the street to Longchamp for my usual five miles around the racecourse perimeter. Wherever you are, hope you're enjoying a lovely Sunday!