We were supposed to have been setting off for a mini-break in the Peak District today but you know how it is…. Anyway, rather than dwelling on the loss, I made some alternative plans for this Easter weekend.
I’ve already posted about decorating the front room but a more pressing concern is the dodgy back garden gate. So, now I’m juggling various balls, which is possibly what’s keeping me sane. Instead of running for a bus, I’m deciding which paintbrush to get out and trying to think of ways to help my daughter, since she is not dealing with this lockdown quite so well.
She’ll hopefully be pleased, though, with the Greek yoghurt (basically strained yoghurt) I made overnight and perhaps I can enlist her help in dealing with the aforementioned gate, once the paint has dried on the plank of wood I’d bought to do a ‘quick’ patch-up job.
I’ll post photos when the gate is in a more secure state and in the meantime here is an update on the hazel trees. I think I’ve worked out why the two of them are so different.
As you can see, the hazel on the west side of the garden is completely different from the one on the eastern side. The west gets a lot more sunlight, so it is no wonder the little tree is in bud and leaf, whilst the tall slender one isn’t. The difference in light levels probably also explains their different growth patterns: the smaller one doesn’t need to reach for the sky as it basks in sunlight most of the day, whereas the taller one only gets it in the afternoon.
Anyway, to round this post off, it being Easter after all, here is a photo I took last Sunday on our walk in the countryside next to our house. The egg forms part of a small sculpture park.