At this time of year I probably take more notice of my fruit trees than at any other, apart from when the fruits are ripe.
For my five grandsons, I planted a tree on the very day that they were born. The first (above) was a Plum for Harvey J.
The second was a Cherry for George Henry Günnar.
The third was a Walnut for Ollie.
The fourth was a Pear for Finn.
And (for the moment) the last to be planted was a Peach for Bunny.
All their trees are now in flower, and all should produce fruit for their nominees in autumn.
All the boys will be here this summer, but probably not for when their fruits are around. I shall make some Cherry jam for GHG, but otherwise they shall simply have to admire their unripe bounties.