Outside

This time of year Her Maj is more often away than at home.  I am not pleased.  Those baby bunny rabbits call her.  She does stay on our land and she doesn’t roam far, but she is revolting when she comes home.  Usually filthy.

This morning BeAnne vanished for a while and appeared, only after I shouted myself purple, looking slightly shifty and wet – she had taken herself off for a swim knowing the only other option was a bath!

We are keeping an eye on her now and the doors are shut.

This afternoon, as it was so calm, we went down to the stream because it is so beautiful and peaceful.

The wild primroses (Primula vulgaris) are called “Mayflooer” in Shetland dialect.

They grow along the side of my burn (stream) and I love them.

This wall of primroses is amazing.

I know now that we are definitely through the Shetland winter.

It has been and gone but it was hard work.

The grass is also really growing.

The horses are very happy.

These flowers are called “Blugga” – Marsh Marigolds (Caltha palustris) or Kingcup.  Luckily Puzzah is very happy to eat them all, which is good.

While we were in the field, we had a quick chat with anyone who wanted to talk.

Of course, ‘Ster was first up.  He hates this heat in his enormous full fleece.

Poor lad.  They are all booked in for the first week of June to be shorn, sheared…… whatever.

Lambie pretends to be aloof when we go into his field.

Funnily enough he only likes his private time every morning when he gets his food.

I can’t think why!

8 thoughts on “Outside

  1. Cathy

    Your primroses are stunning. Ours are long gone, and so are the cowslips.

    I assume Her Maj is quietly steaming herself dry indoors. The heady aroma of wet dog!!!!

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  2. Nancy

    The Mayflooers are BEAUTIFUL!!
    (I wonder if that is where the word Mayflower comes from???)

    I love when everything is so green and fresh in the spring/early summer!!

    Thank you for sharing your photos with us. =)

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  3. Terri

    At least BeAnne seems happy! (albeit pungent) I fondly remember the fields of wild primroses in Bavaria — always a welcome sight in spring!

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