From your garden?
I can see my late grand dogs apple tree that I am granny sitting for a while blossoming and remembering how much I loved him.The tree that my daughter planted on the morning of her eighteenth birthday, which earlier looked glorious with its at the moment apricot leaves against the blue sky. My lawn that needs mowing and some dandelion clocks. A pigeon sitting on the fence. And all is peaceful as I sit here on the deck with a well earned gin after trimming up a shrub on my boundary fence. 😃🍹
Desperately sad story of the assisted suicide of a grieving mother
