The apple blossom fell.
A dear friend visited from far away.
Younger son knows London better than I do
and sat me in front of this lovely Thames view.
The alliums began to open.
I made a tiny summer dress out of a
Sanderson curtain fabric dating from the 1940s.
The sky was blue one day.
The Libertia flowered.
The irises bowed and snapped under the weight of the rain.
The lambs are decidedly chunky.
Their mothers look long-suffering while they are being head-butted
and sometimes run away.
The tadpoles I rescued from the ex-pond are doing well.
Their mothers are indifferent to their fates.
But mysteriously all the fox cubs have vanished.
Their mother looks rather lost.