It is elaborate. Just three tiny flowers on the branch of an apple tree, ready to open and give instructions to the bees where to come for a meal of pollen. If everything goes to plan, three apples will be hanging here.
My windows will be covered with yellow dust, but one day Mr. Swiss will make one of his famous elaborate apple flans with the apples from the tree.
In the meanwhile, I must move on. I have an appointment at the hairdressers to make an elaborate haircut. And some elaborate clouds are building outside.