The apple trees are in particularly full bloom, with petals beginning to gently drift downwards. Standing under the trees means being subjected sudden loud buzzings; we couldn't tell which kind of insect it was, so we backed off just in case.

 Going into the sheep pen means there is the expectation that treats will be forthcoming, even to the point of risking sheepy nibbles at trouser legs. Denim tastes nothing like sweet feed, though, so it doesn't last long, and allows us to examine the shelters we built to provide the sheep a little extra wind, rain and sun protection.

Ample blossoms now should mean lots of apples later!