Looking Up

Not things in general, just me looking up through a maple. Blue sky but a freezing cold wind which kept me moving along briskly, up to the allotment for some watering then onward to the supermarket for some flour. Fat chance there, it’s all stored away in folks’ cupboards. A couple of months and it’ll be in the dustbin. Meanwhile I’m strengthening my bread mix with bran flakes. Needs must.