My trees

It's July and I have been in the cottage for nearly year.

Given the cyclical nature of the seasons, I shouldn't be surprised that my trees* have almost reached the same degree of leafiness that they had when I first saw them last year.

I need to work from home later in the week and, if the weather stays good, I think I might go and eat my lunch underneath them, along with a good book. (I'm not going to eat the book.)

*not actually mine.