Hug

Up to see my aunt in Coldstream. She’s recovering from a fall so didn’t accompany me up the garden. I gave the walnut (planted after my uncle died many years ago) a hug for her.  It’s finally producing fruit. 

I grabbed a candid shot of her, writing in her journal while wrapped in her new electric blanket,  having made good inroads into the lunch I’d brought.  Eating enough and keeping warm are a constant battle.