Signs of Spring

Every year I'm impelled to photograph this blossom. I still don't think I've mastered it. Perhaps it needs a border or a frame.

Up at 6 am to collect the blossom. It's from a tree that grows on the roadside but I still felt a bit guilty cutting off twigs.

A lady was out walking her Westie.

The nest is one that I picked up in Lincolnshire a couple of years ago and the egg is a quail's egg that I bought before I had Covid. I think I should throw it out.