Where I live, June is the month of roses and cherries, of strawberries and the first hay on the fields. The neighbourhood is perfumed with the scent from the flowering privet hedges, roses and many other flowers in people's gardens. As soon as you leave the vicinity of houses and arrive out on the fields, you can smell the new hay and, depending on where your walk leads you, strawberries. It truly is a wonderful time of the year, and the long hours of daylight make it easy to enjoy it even after getting home from work.
Somtimes I go for a (short) walk nearby without my camera; I simply do not expect to come across anything I would want to take a picture of and show to you.
One such walk took me to the palace grounds, where of course there is always something worth looking at, but I've showed you the park so often that I fear you'll be bored to tears by yet another post ont he subject.
However, these two roses were just too perfect not to try and preserve them in pictures:
You know my mobile camera is not the best... but I hope these two shots still convey an idea of how large and beautiful they were! It's a shame the camera can't capture their scent as well.
On another day when I was out on the fields (again without my camera), I came across some old-fashioned haystacks.
This is how it used to be done; a frame of wooden poles was set up and the new hay heaped on top. Those haystacks still were to be seen everywhere when I was a kid, although the bale-pressing machines had already been introduced (I am not THAT old). The machines producing those huge rolled-up bales came a bit later, and that is what you see in our parts most of the time now. So, finding these traditional haystacks was like a nostalgic greeting from years long gone.
As a kid, I would not have thought twice about crawling underneath the stack and playing "house"; as an adult, I think of all the little insects living in the hay and don't want to get too close. That's a shame somehow, isn't it?