Did I tell you already that I love this time of year?
When the Blackface lambs start appearing in the fields, gambolling about, nudging their mothers, kicking their heels and challenging one another to play 'King of the Castle' in just a few short weeks...
Things always feel much better for me with Spring on the horizon. The fields seem to absorb the light and glow emerald green here in Hope, Northumberland.
The wide-open skies are dense with scudding clouds, replete with rain to feed the earth and fill the thirsty streams which flow on to the North Sea, impenetrably blue.
Soft green buds unfurl their fronds which feel like heaven to touch. The perfume of yellow gorse and blossoming heather blows down the valley, air-borne, meeting my nostrils and making me dream of summer honey from local busy bees fed on those very same flowers.
'In the spring, a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love'.
Mine turns to the beauty of where I am fortunate enough to live...
Photo of Lambs on Holy Island, courtesy of Andrew Gibson, Chronicle Live.
Photo of Northumbrian Skies, Wild Teasel, flickr.
Lines from Locksley Hall by Alfred Lord Tennyson.