Why does my apple tree (who’s called Annie, for those interested in the names of our trees. The other is called Clarabelle) put the effort into producing these tiny proto-apples, only to dump a fair number of them on the lawn in their pre-apple embryotic state? They’ve got little pips in and everything. It’s hardly an efficient use of energy. Admittedly dissecting one of these proto-apples (how else could I discover their pips?) did offer me some distraction whilst waiting for Facebook to upload a shed-load of photos from Easter Breakfast. I’m a little behind with my photoficationism. Easter 2008 is one of the best delays – the longest was the Interns and Residents’ meal from Christmas ’07.
So today in time-honoured time-waster fashion I’m sitting in the garden (literally sitting in the middle of the lawn, slowly getting a damp bum) surrounded by various animals. Charlie the rabbit (recovered from his flystrike problem) is having a good lunch of grass, Pumpkin the cat is a more reluctant companion, having been deposited out here by mother. Chill was around but has since gone off to sleep somewhere – having Pumpkin accidentally roll onto her put her off hanging around. Thom’s magically appeared in hedge also.
