It's been a rather wet and windy June Sunday here in the far North. It's quite cold for the middle of summer, reaching perhaps 10C at the warmest moments.
It was type of day that makes you grateful for cuddly blankets and hot cups of cranberry raspberry tea. The ideal kind for knitting and listening to gentle folk songs.
The sort of day that makes the perfect setting for a hot glazed pork roast with baked onions and potatoes and carrots.
Those quiet June Sundays when the parents are either at work or asleep. Those lovely wild days for thoughts and dreams and happy sighs.
I do love the sun, but sometimes, my soul just needs a nice rainy Sunday.
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