My Rowan tree hangs heavy with berries like the undercarriage of a suckling sow.
Notice is served that the tail-end of summer has sprouted from the butt-end of its beginning.
Soon there will be blackberries, browning leaves and tinsel, but for now we bask in the glow of summer's pulsating sunbeat.
Tis a time of glory, a time of WASP ATTACK — so let us cherish it.
Let us also use it as an opportunity to RE-TREAD AN OLD BLOG POST!