I’ve spent a lot of time this weekend, ‘mucking out’ the barn, it is a fact the more space you have,the more rubbish you acquire to fill it; the job has been hot mucky, dusty work, but I can see progress, that, and the need for another trip to the ‘tip’ coming on (sorry, the ‘recycling centre’ as it is now more formally known). Such work it isn’t a photogenic task, so here are some other pretty things to look at instead.
It’s been another scorcher of a day. The ground is bone dry, I can’t ever remember it being quite like this before; or maybe I just wasn’t looking.
The ash trees are just about into leaf, just think, all the leaves will all be gone again come October, there’s not much growing time available each year for a sapling to soar into a mighty tree is there?
The Bluebells are as delightful as ever,
but they must bound for a short season in this heat.
Tom is safely home from his camping trip and is possibly even grubbier than I am.