What a lovely day I had yesterday!
The clouds parted, briefly, and while the sun shone a sheep gave birth to twins about twenty yards away from my study window. Both babies are now staggering about and feeding nicely, and I have named them Lamb and Lamb. Like all their contemporaries they will grow up into dense and chunky adolescents which are always oddly unattractive: but for now, they look remarkably sweet and for the next few, brief weeks, I shall adore them.
Our daffodil bank is finally blooming (yes, I know they’re later than everybody else’s but that’s what happens when you plant daffodils up on the moors), and it looks glorious. My son took some photos yesterday morning and when he gets back from school I shall attempt to peel them off his mobile phone and post them here, so you can contrast them with my snow picture.
And I noticed that my stat-counter passed the 50,000 mark at some point during the weekend (it hit 15,000 on New Year’s Eve, to put it in context). Either my husband has been feeling sorry for me again and has made his secretary sit there and hit refresh two hundred times a day, or a few of you are reading my posts. Thank you, all, for bothering. I am very pleased.