Slow sloes

Our blackthorn seems to be the last in the area to come out, though the garden is full of other flowers: daffs, violets in purple and (new to us) white, and lots of fat tulips on their way.

More work today, some serious chats with CarbBoy and, later, Mr B arrived home and a late night statistics/probability chat ensued, which I'm not sure anyone was in a fit state to understand.  But I think the kids are always happy when they persuade us to delay bedtime to midnight.  And no-one has anything to get up for tomorrow (except for the promised first day of summer).