Wood anemone

The wood anemones were in full flow this morning as the spaniel and I took our early morning walk. 

We got home to find that an anonymous neighbour had left a loaf of bread on the doorstep. Having chronic asthma means that I've been avoiding the shops and its now some time since we were able to get an on-line delivery. With Mrs. L away looking after my father (carer still unable to come and now the district nurse has also stopped) I had run out of bread. Tears were almost shed.