A lone ash tree in Church Lane. This is significant
because the ashes are leafing very late this year;
they're about two weeks behind the oaks, and
according to country lore, that's supposed to augur
a dry summer.
The view down the path and across the Shire from
my spare bedroom window. It's the place from
which I could send messages by flashlight in
morse code to the Lady B (if only I could remember
it and she could read it.)
A single primrose among the forget-me-nots in
the verge under the Old Rectory hedge.
My apple blossom.