Blossom

There are half a dozen old apple trees in the school grounds on the boundary at the end of our garden, this is blossom on one of them.
A bricklayer who did some work for us told us his grandmother had a pig farm on this land, and he remembered the apple trees back then.
Unfortunately they are neglected, and knowing what might happen if we asked them to be pruned we are keeping quiet and enjoying them being there. The birds spend a lot of time in them, finding food and cover.