if trees could talk

Brown bucket day!Began clearing the garden only to discover the bucket had already been emptied.Oh well,just another three weeks.
A lovely night so took the car and went for a walk with the dog.Dropped in to my mum's on the way home to return her empty tubs only to end up with another tub full of home made trifle for my son.
My Auntie was round for her 89th birthday tea (gave my mum a row for not inviting me to tea but really for not letting me know what I had just walked into)so I gave her a lift home.
Then,empty handed,I was shown her flower arrangement the church had sent and I was invited to look at her birthday cards too!My sister's was the 'nicest' I told her.I could swear the photo of my brother sitting behind the cards was smirking at me....
Funnily enough,while I was sitting at the top of the little hill enjoying the warmth of the sun I had wondered what day her birthday was.Perhaps it was the old contorted tree trying to warn me.
When I eventually returned home my husband asked if I had taken a photo of her on her birthday! Good ideas don't come easily when you are mortified