Waiting for Spring

A tree in the car park at Lidl in Gramat. Pruned to the bone and reaching for the sky, basking in 18C and preparing to push out the first shoots of new growth.

We had stopped to pick up a few provisions on the way back from Cahors where we had dropped off our annual accounts at the office of our accountant - after two weeks of slogging through a mountain of paperwork. Always a relief to get that off our hands.