I have talked recently of how great my family and friends have been, doing all they could to help. I do count my neighbours in that.
Geoff had spent all but a couple of years of his life in this road, and was the longest surviving resident. The neighbours wanted to mark his contribution to life in the area, and decided that a tree would be a fitting memorial.
So in May last year, they got together and we had an informal planting of this lovely little tree. As it was such a hot summer, it was decided that everyone would give it a bucket of water to keep it growing healthily. I think that it was rather more in danger of drowning than drying out, especially after all the rain during the winter.
This is the result this year, a beautiful little pear tree smothered in blossom.