Much loving

This weekend my parents came to stay. They arrived on Friday complete with bags of parental loving. As they spread their love around I got all caught up in the nurturing and began cooking which is always a Good Thing. I baked wholesome breakfast muffins packed with blueberries and fibre. I stewed dried fruit compote. Then there were crumbles and fruit salads and soups. It was a culinary fest.

In the middle of it all I took my Mum to meet my tree. It was a bit drizzly so I did not take the Captain's all singing all dancing camera. I took the little one that fits neatly into my pocket. Before we left I checked the batteries. They needed changing, so I replaced them. Sadly I did not check the replacements. So I replaced them with dead ones. Utterly flat ones. Ones with no charge. None. Hence the absence of photos. But my Mum liked the tree. I formally introduced her and she was very polite. It is her opinion that my tree is a cherry. But blossom time will tell.

Meanwhile, I think I spotted buds. But you will have to take my word for it until I next visit with a working camera.