The weather is simply glorious and everything is bursting into life. It's good to be outside, unplugged from the radio and its constant stream of tragic news. Tonight all the members of our little hamlet will be outside at eight o'clock banging drums, blowing whistles and making as much noise as we can to show our appreciation of all that the NHS and other workers are doing to save lives in this dreadful crisis. No one will hear us, we are a rural community, there is space around us and we can barely hear each other. The village whatsapp is in overdrive and we seem to have returned to earlier times as products are shared and exchanged. One villager bought a huge sack of strong flour and everyone was invited to take some. Another villager has set up a table on their lawn on which are placed offerings of eggs and veg. I've given away veg seeds and am growing on plenty of veg plants to share. We stand at a safe distance from each other, pleased to have a conversation 'in the flesh'.
The pear tree is a mass of bloom
and as some flowers fade
other favourites are looking good.
Pesky little insects on the tree peony!
and I'm waiting for this bud to open
it has never flowered before.