Budding

At last, there are visible, photographable signs of Spring on my tree. Look:


If they are not buds, I do not know what are. Granted they are small. Tiny even. But they are a start. Thank goodness. I have had enough of Winter.

I walked down to my tree at lunchtime. It was a solitary stroll. I had invited Tilly to join me but her response ran thus: 'Du-ur, like, no!' From that I deduced she was not keen. They do not call me perceptive for nothing. I did not mind. Quarter of an hour under the open sky, even with a light drizzle, is proving to be a real source of pleasure and not sharing it was fine. Although I may be developing a reputation as something of a local eccentric. I was spotted today as I grappled with branches and trunk trying to capture the perfect shot. It is not easy you know. My tree moves. But only when a the camera shutter is depressed.

Fortunately, it was just a friend who clocked me. And she already knows I'm barking. Speaking of which, did you notice the bark on that photo? No? Here, have another:


I have not yet been confronted by strangers or asked to account for my bizarre actions by the police. But I do wonder if it is just a matter of time ...?