In the blink of an eye . . .
It's that time of the year when you have to look now or you'll miss something.
The blossom on apple trees . . .
. . . and in the park . . . The new shoots on a rather sorry-looking holly cutting . . . I could say I haven't got time to stop for this, but what I would really be saying is I haven't got time to live.It's the best time of year.


