Yesterday was one of those sunny Spring days; no doggie to walk, but we went round the Long Fields anyway. We are learning to walk out without Hattie.
Not our tree, it belongs to farmer up the lane, blossoms wonderfully every year and dares me to be depressed - about anything.
Not our tree, it belongs to farmer up the lane, blossoms wonderfully every year and dares me to be depressed - about anything.The magnolia is out again, too many flowers to count now, but cold windy day has made it easier yesterday
Our poor pear trees were cut back over the winter.
They are fighting back, but look very sad at the mo.
Goodness knows if they will have pears. Guess they will have a few just in desperation.
