The calendar says it’s spring. The ewes are looking like it’s about time to pop lambs out into the world. Yesterday the morning looked like this:
This is Yellowcat, our farm kitty. She came to us on her own, announced she was staying by turning up at the porch each morning and evening, and set ground rules right away: “You are mine now. Be kind to me.” She does duty as barn mouser and field gopherer. It seems, from this scene, she has views on the weather.
It didn’t last long, though, and at the moment we are back into foolish April sun. What a glory, after bleak February and confused March.
Here we are back in the morning light! They look like gourmet violets to be served with tea and biscuits. Spring is nothing if not disorganized.