May 11th, 43º

Had blue skies and sunny when Flynn woke me up at 5:45 but by the time I dragged my butt out the door it was overcast. Flynn and I stick to the field and he takes care of business right away. On return walk to house we pass the pear trees, one has hundreds of flowering buds coming out, so many I fear the branches won't support the weight if they produce fruit.