Reminders of the past

My beautiful souled neighbour once had a husband who passed many years ago. He was a keen gardener and grew all varieties of fruit and vegetables all year round in his green house and tended his garden and orchard with as much care as he tended his loving wife. Upon his passing, the garden grew

A day for baking.

Right at the bottom of the garden we have an area no one ever uses which has quite a few different fruit trees. Apples, three pear varieties, plums, figs. Today I ventured down into the jungle, shorts on, very nettled and gathered from the tree a bag of pears and apples. Would be a shame