Snowing and More, Yet More, Planting Of Onions

The cherry tree is in full bloom and hums with bees of all shapes and sizes. When the breeze blows it looks as if it is snowing petals. OLAHF slept beneath it for a while and was gently covered in a white lacy duvet. Most charming. (Would have been better had it been Myself as am utterly more attractive. Of course. But there is always tomorrow.)

He is really really cross: Pheasants pulled up His baby onions so He will have to plant them a third time. Is currently muttering about putting some netting over the top. Hope not as Myself will be unable to roll between the rows in the warm earth.