The lambs are coming, at last…and the spots are everywhere.  Moorit spotted, black grey spotted, black mouflon spotted, black spotted. So much fun, especially after the avalanche of white lambs last season.

It was over 80 degrees here yesterday, everyone was stunned: the sheep,the dogs, and most of all, the humans…wading through the day in slow motion, as if the air were honey.  The daffodils opened all at once, heads held high and mouths open in a chorus of “oh what a beautiful morning”.

Pruning to be done in the orchard today.  The grapevines are tangled on the trellis and need a good hacking back to prepare for the surge of new growth next month.  There are herds of robins, pulling half drowned worms from the tractor tire ruts in the field, where rain water is still seeking a way back to from whence it came. No hope of tilling the garden yet. Yesterday, several sleepy garter snakes ventured out into the sun, blinking in surprise at the sudden heat.  I pray that the Blackflies succumbed to the rapid change in the weather, but they are most likely gathering forces  for a coordinated attack on any eyes and ears in their path. Every year I hope that they fail to appear..is there a good reason for Blackflies?

Off to check the ewes…it is like Christmas!