Betty's Babies

I'm not going to explain the story of Ms H giving the fir tree outside our front door a name, just because we were pondering whether to chop her down to improve our view, and we couldn't chop down something with a name could we, no, that would take too long to.... er... explain...

Betty (see above) is covered in what seems even more baby pine cones bursting out in full orange, even beside some old grey ones still hanging on from last year. Wait, it's the weekend again, we just had one did we not?