Springtime

During the recent wind storms the strange straggly tree-like thing outside the kitchen window slumped ungracefully towards the house, it's branches grazing the roof tiles. This morning I took advantage of the spring sunshine to hang the washing outside, but was obliged to drastically prune the tree first. So we have a jar of catkins cut from the tree, the fresh basil that seems to survive for weeks if I remember to water it, and sheets blowing in the breeze in the garden beyond. Life is good.