Now that's more like it!

Does the Football World Cup count as a Sound of Summer?

I can’t go out in the heat so my gardening gets done from 7pm until it goes dark, obviously not using anything electrical or noise making.

Last night as I weeded and watered I could follow the England Columbia match all the way through from the collective groans and shouts coming from up and down the street and then the final whoops of joy when England won. I have no idea of the score.

You have a field at the back if your house, lucky you and don't moan, think about those who spend their lives in high rise buildings,

We live ten minutes walk from a city centre but away from the busiest roads so it is surprisingly peaceful. There's woodland not far away, so we also have visits from deer on the small green outside our kitchen window, and less welcome visits from badgers and healthy looking foxes.

The centre of our city is in a bowl, surrounded by hills and quite prone to pollution, but up on our hill the air is fresh and clean.

My DH decided to sand the garden bench last Saturday morning and couldn't understand why I asked him to stop and do it during the week. He is the first to moan about electric lawnmowers at the weekend or in the evenings, but when else can working people mow their lawns?!

I love the gentle perfume of seet peas, brings back very happy memories of childhood summers. Note to self - must grow some! Has anyone else noticed how flowers in general don't seem to have the lovely perfume I remeber? - I'm thinking particularly of sweet williams....

Sweet peas for me too. And I’ve just been out and cut a big bunch of mixed flowers as well for the house - first time I’ve been able to do that in our “new” house.

One mans grasss....another mans hayfever....hee hee

My golf course is bare - the ball runs beautifully and I got my best score ever yesterday!! and saw a lovely big hare!

The smell of new-mown grass - lovely.

I have picked some of my sweet peas and they are in a jar next to me now. Every waft is a real excitement, as it has always been my dream to grow sweet peas and this is the first year it has been possible - so they are a great delight!

Having my morning coffee in the garden listening to the sound of the bin lorry but it’s such a glorious morning I care not a jot. Only the sound of birdsong now, bliss.

It's the little things that make your heart sing. It's the little things that make you cross.

Do you remember the gentle sound of non-mechanical lawnmowers? So much more relaxing than electric, petrol mowers (though, admittedly, harder work).

How come I saw the title of this thread and immediately thought, with a smile on my face, hmm - bet that's Phoenix. You definitely have a certain style to your writing.

Yes, all tickety boo here and I enjoyed a lovely walk back from visiting my parents-in-law this evening, smelling the delights of night scented stock, jasmine and heavenly honeysuckle along the way. I was accompanied by The Wonderful Man and the sounds of the local football club raucously, singing their delight about England getting through to the next round of the world cup!

Agree with you, phoenix

Tonight I'll be drifting off to the gentle thrum of an irrigator - potatoes in the field behind our house.

The bird scarers are another matter though