Shooting star

Our little apricot tree was a birthday gift eighteen months ago. Ever since we planted it out it has grown vigorously, belying its description of "miniature". The new shoots at the ends of the branches are all this lovely red colour. There was blossom on the tree in the spring and four tiny apricots appeared but they didn't last. They made a feast for a squirrel or a bird. The little tree will have to be pruned soon, Normous insists.