Hush-a-by baby

Hush-a-by baby
On the tree top,
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks,
The cradle will fall,
And down will fall baby
Cradle and all.

I popped around to Margret's in the early evening and went to see how all the fruit trees are doing this year. She has conference pears on one wall, Bramleys on another and there are at least two other varieties of apples, both eaters.

One large branch of this tree has given way under the weight of the fruit or because of age or disease. I'm not sure why, but the apples are on the lawn. They are not ready to pick yet. The smell of them is delicious, although they have little flavour when eaten.

In other news, I had been at my desk too long today, working on photos, festival business and even a Slimming World job.

Sunday - a day of rest?!

PS The words of the nursery rhyme are the first published from from Mother Goose in 1765