Laburnam, rhubarb, wind

When I was a child I used to climb into a laburnam tree in my grandparent's garden. Now, as I do today, when I look at the yellow tresses among the pale green leaves, I can see and feel the black trunk where you could sit comfortably and watch grown ups below.

If you don't like eating rhubarb, and refrain from cutting down the flowering stems, you can enjoy looking at the big leaves and majestic, cream-coloured inflorescences.

A rough and busy wind has torn off horse chestnut blossoms and sprays of leaves in the Grove.