Renewal and resurgence

The crab apple tree that, for the last few years, I was considering having taken down has bloomed in profusion in spite of the cold wet spring and all the taller trees around it. The blossoms are a stunning rich deep pink and there are masses of them. I am overjoyed. My mother planted the tree and it is a lovely memorial to her as is the holly at the back door. I feel the tree is giving me a message to start blooming again and to use the limited time I have left in appreciating and sharing the beautiful and the good in this world

 The sun is shining but the sea is very angry and slapping at the shore this morning.

A delayed adaptation of a Christmas carol - I saw a flock of geese go swimming by on Christmas day in the morning.

Today the world was in a blue mist with sky and sea a wash of blue over gray until the sun began to seep through the clouds.