I took some great photos at The Farm yesterday. Buttercup yellow laburnum flowers cascading from skinny branches, revelling in their deliciously noxious reputation. A mallard drake with his head barely above the plantain and grasses in a burgeoning meadow. The Rasta lambs, now less shy and more photographically amenable, posing delightfully in the paddock enjoying the post-deluge sunshine. A monstrous hosta, still unscathed. Evidence of bunny activity. A fallen quince tree. Three half barrels in decreasing sizes planted up with bedding, brightening a dull corner. Spanking new plants in their new homes. Public enemy No. 1, a particularly wilful and malicious chicken, who has been digging up these newly planted specimens and doesn’t even have the good grace to wait until I have left the area. Throughout the rain and the accompanying mud I wrestled with waterproofs and juggled my poor abused camera to take these award-winning shots. All for your delectation. On arriving home I found my camera memory card still inserted into my laptop. Oops! Here is a lovely lilac from earlier in the week, it will have to suffice.