In my Daily Diary post I mentioned where I shall be spending some of today - under the pear tree at the bottom of the garden, out of the heat.
The house where I've lived for the past 42 years is Victorian. Several years ago, a car pulled up outside in the road and the two elderly ladies inside were looking up at the house. We started chatting and it transpired that the older of the two (now in her mid-90s) was actually the mother of the woman driving and she had once lived as a child in my house. I invited them in, fascinated. She said all she could remember of the house was the steps down inside, but then when she stepped into the back garden, her eyes welled up as she gazed up at the pear tree. She said she recalled her father planting the sapling some 90 years previously...