Ambrosial

Abraham Darby (David Austin)

July 2011 

When I stepped out onto the deck this morning, what greeted my freckled nose was the heady perfume of roses in full bloom - all kissed by early sunlight and dishing out frothy sublime fragrance with abandon. 

A thousand and one bumbles are tipsy on the perfume and staggering around the garden on uncertain wings, dusted with pollen and buzzing blissfully.  Bewitched by the sumptuous sweetness on offer, they are unable to settle on any bloom for very long, and their ecstatic dancing from bloom to bloom makes one think of summer poems by Hafiz. 

Ambrosial is the word for a summer morning like this one, the only word that will do.