The wild primroses have come out now, although there is still a cold wind – so obviously lambing season is upon us (not us, though. We took precuations in the form of a strategically placed in height electric perimeter fence so the hill ram would not be able to reach my ladies, despite their best efforts – tarts!)
My primroses line each side of the bank of the stream that runs through most of our fields.
I love them. When they arrive, I know Spring can’t go into reverse. The nights are getting lighter and the days longer.
And while I was trying hard not to fall into the stream taking these photos, a great big galoot crept up behind me.
So I took lots of photos of him instead and we had a lovely time breathing on each other. He, from a very great height.
I just shut my eyes and inhaled.
Luffley. Just luffley.