06/11/2026
To the naked eye it’s just trees. I can tell you though, Dolly the border collie is buried under the weeping willow. The trees all tell a story here and the shelter-belts were planted with intention. If you close your eyes this time of year you can hear the hum of the pollinators on the willows and lilacs. The Caraganas are next with their yellow blossoms. It’s a bee buffet 🐝
