Apple blossom

On days like today, I love spending a peaceful bank holiday weekend at home. We ate brunch in our sunny dining room, cheese omelettes with freshly baked bread, fruit and coffee, accompanied by seventies music from the LP collection P has been digitising, much of which we've not heard for many years; this morning, we enjoyed Fleetwood Mac and Supertramp. Later, I potted tomato plants into their big pots to move into the greenhouse, then gave J her afternoon tea on the deck and tried, fairly unsuccessfully, to sketch the cats with her as they stretched and relaxed in the sun. After bringing in the plants and the laundry, I walked into the orchard  and found the apple blossom at its most perfect,  bunches of deep rosy pink buds opening into finely veined pale pink flowers which fade to almost white. This evening, after dinner, P made a fire which has tempted me into sitting up later than I intended; a good day.