The English city riots this week have been disturbing and depressing. I’m not sure how to process any of it. I certainly don’t feel like pointing the finger, but it makes me ask myself questions. Have we all (actively or passively) approved a culture of greed? Have we judged people by what they have rather than who they really are? Have we made an effort to connect with those of a different generation, class or ethnicity? Or have we contributed to social exclusion? I wonder if each of us can resolve to make a difference going forward, rather than seeking to cast blame.

If I want to think, this is one of my favourite spots for contemplation and soul-searching.

It looks better than it is. I remade that bench a decade ago from junk-shop cast-iron supports. The slats bend when I sit down (and I’m not the biggest person). But if I tentatively position my rear, the cat usually decides she’ll join me, and we remain for a few moments in companionable silence. Except for the buzzing of the bees.

And just look at those bees! I had to share them with you.

They love the globe thistles on one side of the bench, and the marjoram on the other. I didn’t have to wait long to find two bees together; sometimes there are many more on each flower, easing peaceably round each other on their pollen-collecting mission. Their purposeful presence reminds me that something surprising is thriving in our cities, for bees are apparently doing well now in our urban gardens; I heard that on the early morning news recently, but can’t find reference to the story. Did you hear it too?

Here are some more restful garden pictures as I think we could all do with a little soothing this week. If you’d like to share your thoughts on what soothes you, or what you do to make a positive difference in your neck of the woods (however big or small) do spill them here. Seems we’re in need of a little wisdom.