It’s been blowing a gale but so far our blossoms have resisted the wind. Fingers are crossed there’s no frost in the Langhe this year as chilly mornings give way to beautiful days.
This plum tree is my favourite. Outside my window I watch it from being snow-covered, to the first of its buds, then flowers, then bearing fruit.
It’s an old tree and its fruit is precious. Wise, pretty old thing, we will see what summer brings.