Guardian of the rhubarb

Mothers Day. N and I joined K's parents at T and K's house for Sunday lunch.  The day was warm and sunny and after the meal we went to inspect the garden and found a whole load of rhubarb to be pulled!  The basketfull was only half of the pickings so there was enough for the three families to enjoy.

T had a successful morning in achieving the sale of our drill to a farmer who had driven all the way down from Shropshire.  He was originally a Welshman but owned up to his loss of the language.  He said any word starting  with "ll" got him in a confusion so  he tended to stay this side of the border!

The extra is a photograph of our tulips in flower.