Smells Like Summer

It’s such a beautiful day that I decided to cycle along the river.  It’s hot but no hotter than the hottest day of a Belfast summer.  The air smells of wild flowers, of daisies, dandelions, and rose of sharon.

I was reminded of childhood summers spent playing in the park.  I used to lie in the grass with my friends and little sister making daisy chains.  We wore crowns made of daisies and forgot to go home in time for tea.

Daisies at the River

Daisies at the River

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