Tess and I are finding some different walks. Obviously I can't take her for six mile runs, which she has been having while under the care of a friend. But I take her about a mile on the long leash and allow her the freedom to sniff every blade of grass if she so wishes.
This morning I drove into town to collect the paper and then came back the long way round and called at 'our' lane. Today there is a sharp, cold wind blowing but the sun is out and most of the lane is sheltered by trees.
In the distance we saw a hare; luckily Tess was on the long leash. Not that she would have ever caught it, but I didn't want it scared and it gave me great pleasure to watch it. We also saw the first orange tip butterfly and several bumble bees.
Celandines are out everywhere and the first dandelions are just beginning to burst into flower.
Everywhere the blackthorn, which is plentiful around here, is in full bloom.
All poignant reminders that the farmer is not here to see the emerging Spring.