A Very Different Story Today

I am back in hibernation once more. Showers of rain blow in on a cold wind have depressed any desire to be outside this afternoon. I was out and about this morning when it was possible to time the showers with bouts of brightness but now even the avenues of blossoming cherry trees in the Meadows have not induced me to walk further than next door to leave a fancy cake for a friend whose birthday was on Saturday when she was gadding about in London. Feeling like 3° it says on my phone.
The annual blip fest of cherry blossom will have to wait for a nicer day. It does seem to have appeared very early this year in contrast to Easter which is very late. When my younger son made his appearance in the middle of May back in the day I remember gazing down on the blossom from my balcony bed in the old Simpson’s Maternity Pavilion.

I’m afraid my bright red poppies were taken in Saturday’s sunshine on Lovers’ Lane as I walked home from visiting my Goddaughter and her new baby. I bet they are not looking so splendidly full blown  in the cold today.

PS. I have been reliably informed my poppies are tulips- you win some, you lose some! Apologies