Sweet Days of Summer

The jasmine's in bloom.

Which I am very happy about because even two months ago, I thought it was dead. Who knew? Once upon a time, this thing lived in a pot in my patio garden in New Cross.

But no, and once again it is pushing through the fence into the neighbour's garden, and growing almost out of control. I may have to beg their permission to go over there and trim it back.

So it's not July, dressed up and playing a tune, nor is it even summer, not quite yet.

But I have the memory of feeling hot, hot, hot in the sultry suburbs of Chicago to carry me through.