Having still not found any time to stitch - between removing plaster and tiles from walls and having a second attempt at stripping wallpaper from the bathroom walls, not to mention spending two days cleaning the kitchen floor, cupboards and drawers after the removal of the chimney last week - I decided to take a photograph of our lovely oak tree.
Its leaves are not yet out but are bursting to do so. It sits with its feet on the edge of the stream, which bends round behind the dilapidated garage. The stream is called Whippets Brook I believe and the wild garlic is full of flowers at the moment. It is hard to believe that we have been here a year on Friday of this week.
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