Spring has well and truly sprung and we are enjoying the most beautiful weather. Sitting in the garden this morning, still in my dressing gown (it IS well secluded), with a cup of tea, I listened to the glad singing of birds in the trees, the buzzing of bees awoken by the sun, and the baaing of lambs.
I love lambs. I love watching them take their first faltering steps, staying close to their mothers' sides. I love watching them grow in confidence, wandering off and then baaing 'til they find their mothers again. I love watching them play, chasing each other in mad games of 'tag' around the field, and most of all, I love watching them jump.
