The blowsy bouquets of cherry blossom, displayed along each arm of the tree - and just beginning to fall - is today's delight. On the allotment, the first green leaves on hazel and damson were catching the afternoon sun. A large bumblebee fussed about noisily as I sketched, momentarily drowning out birdsong and distant voices. Blackbirds and robins collected beakfuls of worms from where the allotmenteers were digging, and high above, a gull harried a hawk across the blue sky.
I reoriented myself after days of gloom, with a friend and a beer. We put the world to rights and remembered childhood mischiefs. Then I sketched. Then I dug. I went home happier, with a stick of rhubarb clamped in the jaws of my bike rack.
I reoriented myself after days of gloom, with a friend and a beer. We put the world to rights and remembered childhood mischiefs. Then I sketched. Then I dug. I went home happier, with a stick of rhubarb clamped in the jaws of my bike rack.