Acorn cups again, warden, bees

I recently mentioned the acorn cups from last year under the big oak in the Corner of the Grove. Today, I see that the squirrels have been attacking this year's young acorns and have begun to scatter the green cups beneath the tree.

A traffic warden has strayed into the Grove, where there is no road and no cars, and wanders across the grass swigging fruit juice from a plastic bottle.

Bees moving from bloom to bloom in the lavender like people at market stalls.