The promise of plums

A gentle morning after (annoyingly) waking with laryngitis! So instead of broadcasting ferrous sulphate over our acre I retreated to the stitching cave and stitched lots of half inch hexagons together (Old woman waiting for God ; )) , then needing some exercise to shake the lassitude, I walked the circuit round our garden , snapping the delights of Spring blossom and collecting the mail before returning to the house.