Pears

I came across this painting of pear leaves on twitter this morning (thank you @ArtGuideAlex)

The ancient and completely unproductive pear tree at the end of our garden doesn’t look as healthy as any of these: a bad case of pear rust I suspect.

I love its age and hoariness – and the memory, more than 20 years ago, of the day we came to look around the house and Jacob ran out into the garden and straight up the old tree, surveying the prospect.

Pears

Holy Week

It’s my birthday this week and birthdays mean family days out! So J, C and I visited Tewksbury.

The abbey is quite small – but properly old, dating from the years after the Norman conquest.

The Norman pillars are massive.

I love the way colour is being reintroduced to our ancient churches so that we have more of a sense of the glamour they held in the Middle Ages:

It’s Holy Week this week and, amidst all the splendour of the building, all of the crosses were shrouded in purple, waiting for the miracle of the resurrection on Sunday:

Holy Week