Ah, springtime. I love it. Not least because my birthday really sets the whole thing off, but also because of all the little things: waking up to sunshine (however weak, watery and Cavan-like), new shoots in the garden (and memories of how my back ached after a very mucky winter’s day spent digging holes in the lawn and planting bulbs):

…and if this tulip survives after being regularly stomped on by Bert it’ll be a miracle:

And then there are the sheep, who greet us first thing in the morning with a chorus of ‘bleurggghhh’, which always makes me smile. Yesterday, one of them had got stuck in the brambles and given himself a rather fetching pair of antlers:

…but there are always some of us that would much prefer to stay indoors:

C’est la vie, eh?
I like the sheep antlers…you could start a whole new trend.
Rach: Ah yes, I think a weird side effect of really sad news is that you’re so much more appreciative of your own little lot, don’t you? x
Spudness: Hmm, wonder if they taste any different….!! x
Sending big hugs and many good thoughts, your way, for yesterday.
June: No, but it’s on his ‘oh crikey I’m desperate for a pee’ route up to the hedge, so it gets stomped on regularly! x
God bless Bert!!!! x
But the sheep with antlers? HAHAHAHAHA!!!