I do love summer. After the children had gone to bed I stitched a little outside until 9.30pm. I like the contemplative way the needle weaves in and out of the fabric creating little peaceful ripples as it goes. A slow cloth feeds the soul.
This is the view from my little summerhouse at the bottom of the garden. I go here occasionally to be away with the fairies and to do a little light stitching or read a magazine. If I'm really lucky the children won't find me for at least ten minutes and I have some peace!
I planted a rose called "Rambling Rector" to the side of it about three years ago. This year it has come into its own. It's from David Austen English Roses which is about 5 miles from here. This plant has a real Victorian feel to it.
Where is YOUR place of peace?