The Tree

and other Stop-Me-In-My-Tracks Goodness

I came out of the front door to admire the tulips, now a massy, bright, informal swathe and saw the tree, suddenly in its soft new leaf. Glory! It’s an absolute wonder.

This tree is borrowed from the street. I’m so lucky to have it at the end of my garden. Yes, I do get very fed up when, a little later in the year, the black sticky stuff from the aphids…