Sometimes it’s just the simple things that catch my eye. There are only seven houses until the end of the road and I've started to get to know the front of these seven gardens, where they meet the pavement very well. I see them one or two times a day depending which bus-stop I leave from and arrive back home at. With my slight knowledge of the seasonal nature of the local flora I would have thought all blossom would have been and gone by now. Surely everything should be on the fruiting stage by now. But it’s pink buds opening up that catches my eye so it seems things are still blossoming.