There’s been torrential rain here in Northamptonshire but it didn’t stop me going for an exploration around the garden & field this morning with the dogs in the rain. Spring is everywhere; the sticky buds are unfurling and the rose leaves are starting to turn the most shocking, vibrant green (left).
I started with a little light sheep feeding. First the expectation:
Then the satisfaction:
The catkins & pussy willow are almost over:
But the muscari are just about to open:
Someone followed me around the field whilst I poked around in the hedgerows.
I failed to notice that she was rolling luxuriantly in foxshit. You would not believe the REEK.
She’s just about forgiven me:
Especially after I shared one of these with her (picking out the currants obv as they are cummulatively poisonous to dogs)