It's our elder son's 20th birthday today. His final teenage act was to telephone at 3am to ask if he could bring a few friends to lunch.
He was born on a sunny Sunday morning at home in our old four-poster. Out of the window I could see the laburnum tree in full flower - ever since I've had a soft spot for it, even though I don't really care for that bright bright yellow. These photographs were taken last week; the flowers are over now, summer starts earlier these days.
Lit. knit: sheep may safely graze - I've been in Lancashire, in the beautiful Forest of Bowland, staying at The Inn at Whitewell (you may have seen this post and this one from my last visit). I...
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