…running into a bunch of bright, yellow flowers by the roadside on a cloudy, English, summer day. Yes, yes, I realize that “cloudy days” are rarely associated with happiness in north-western part of the globe. But for someone who grew up in a city where average summer temperature is routinely around 40 degrees celsius, clouds (and indeed rains) are inseparably linked to unbridled glee!
That said, the plants and trees in Cambridge seemed to be making the most of the short English summer. The variety of flowers (most of them wild, and not tended for) I saw while walking a short stretch was – if not unbelievable – quite pleasantly surprising.