To quote a bit of Browning's Home Thoughts from Abroad, when talking about buttercups. After lunch today, walking up the field, I found two large buttercups in flower - the first I have seen this year. They are such an iconic flower for me, such a Summer flower, soon the field will be yellow with them but these are the first two and all the more welcome for it.
The may blossom on the hawthorn trees is going to be prolific this year but as yet it is only in bud. I know it is full out in many places further South, but we are seven hundred feet ASL and a long way to the North of the country, so we must wait patiently until suddenly one morning it is full out and the air is full of the smell of its almondy blossom.
The cows have all gone today. I was hoping they were going to be let out all at once to gallop away down the pasture, tails in the air. But these are sedate, pregnant ladies and were going to three different places, so they were all taken away by tractor and trailer.
Three who were 'springing' to use a local word (showing signs that calving was near) were taken back home to await the births. Another group who are not far off calving were taken to a field nearer to home, and the final group, only recently put into calf, were taken to a pasture further away where they could enjoy some good, luscious grass for a few weeks. I am always sorry to see them go. Friends who call always go down the yard to look at the cows before they come in - it has become a ritual.
Three loads of washing done this morning, so now three loads of ironing to do before tea time, so must sign off.