Things I have never done before

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I spent yesterday morning translating a 19th century Peruvian death certificate.

R recommended to me that I smell the blossoms on the crabapple tree. I bought this tree for its beautiful blooms.





The fruit is scanty, just as well I'd say. Is there such a thing as a tasty crabapple? All my life I've been told they make great jams, full of pectin and vitamin C, but I dismiss these as ruses. Anything birds and bugs won't touch is only good for catapult shot.

But I had no idea it had such a delectable scent, delicate yet palpable. Somehow I missed it before. It just makes me want to fill the garden with them, in fact right now what I want is a place full of blossoming trees, black tulips, purple lilacs and bluebells, And roses. And lilies. And a swing. And a folly. And suddenly I am Fragonard's lady in the exploding dress.



Trying to imagine R going for it. While he might enjoy the view, one smack in the head with a mis-kicked shoe would ruin the whole effect.