Three aspects of my father's garden: the bottom of it, thick with forget-me-nots, bluebells, and other blossoms; my father sitting outside having his evening pint and pipe, and trying to claim that it's warm enough for that; and apple blossom. Given a long flight delay at LAX, I was just very grateful to make it to Wimbledon whilst it was still daylight!
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