English Summer

"For as the nature of foul weather lieth not in a shower or two of rain, but in an inclination thereto of many days together: so the nature of war consisteth not in actual fighting, but in the known disposition thereto during all the time there is no assurance to the contrary" (Thomas Hobbes, 1651, Leviathan, Chap 13)

The English weather, as Hobbes knew well, comes close to a condition of war. So much more magical are the moments of sunlight, and their fleeting radiance which have been painted in magical pinks and oranges by Turner and others.

Here, a sampling from the garden window at sunset:



Or from the kitchen:



Or from upstairs:



The sun almost fading: