It is very cold. Bl***y freezing but the Shetland Spring flowers are finally trying to come out now.
Walls of wild yellow primroses (Primula vulgaris) are lining the banks of my burn. They are called “Mayflooers” in Shetland dialect.
If it were a bit warmer, I would go and sit down there, keeping Lambie and friends company while they grazed. Too ruddy cold for me.
I love the primroses but they are very difficult to photograph. They don’t show up well.
The “blugga” or marsh marigolds (Caltha palustris) are now also putting in an appearance. These look like overgrown Walt-Disneyesque buttercups but like damp boggy fertilised ground and are a pain as once they take hold, they spread and spread.
In the hill, there are common dog violets (Viola riviniana) who were flourishing, though they are not ejoying the sudden harsh cold wind.
I have had an industrious morning gardening. Me? Gardening! (I am not a gardener at all but this year I have sudden desire to grow some vegetables).
So, OH lugged two empty aluminium feed troughs, filled them with the contents of the muckheap. I topped them off with compost and sowed peas, rocket, lettuce (I think, I have forgotten now!) and then watched pesky birds feast on my efforts. So I have added my anti-bird protection and ordered some net tunnels off Amazon!
Daisy and I also tidied up Lambie’s best bedroom so that , once Precious and her mother leave, we can shut the gate and let the patch grow better without random poo and twigs.
The Icelandic ladies are on bewb-watch – nope, not due yet, I think.
And the Shetland ladies have joined Fat Fighters!