Cherry

The cherry trees on the park. Never quite sure when it’s safe to return to the park after Easter. Loads of kids roll painted eggs down the hill on Easter Sunday. It’s a tradition I don’t recall from my atheist upbringing, nor do I really understand what it has to do with Christianity but there you go. The end result is loads of broken up boiled eggs all over the hill. And Jaffa loves eggs. But sadly, if she were to eat them it might very well kill her. So I have to wait till the crows, foxes and Labradors have scoffed them all.