Blossom

There is a park round the corner from us that is so full of signs telling you not to do things and litter bins with LITTER written on them that there's barely any space left for grass let alone FUN.

Today I went there, however, and there was a gate that is normally locked that led into a secret garden full of rose bushes and magnolia trees and only two LITTER bins. Constance and I were thrilled. While Constance snoozed, Bi-Polar Bear agreed to pose in front of the chief and best of the magnolia trees, for scale.