Rosa Canina - the dog rose - surely the most beautiful of all our British Wild Flowers, is out at last. The first flowers spotted today on the wall by the paddock when I went for a walk after lunch with Tess. I am sorry I couldn't get nearer to take a better photograph but there is a ditch between the wall and the grass verge. But here it is in all its beauty and simplicity.
The farmer has a new toy - it came this morning and he is already playing with it, mowing the grass by the Scot;s Pines. After lunch he decided to go into the field to mow the grass between the Christmas Trees. The gateway into the field is very muddy, where the young heifers have paddled it up, but he decided that if he had 'a good run at it' he could surf through the mud and reach firm ground. Within minutes he was back in the yard for his little grey Fergie to push the mower out of the mud. I haven't seen him since, so I hope he is happily mowing up and down.
Three stories for the price of one today. Here is a photograph of our Friday morning 'coven' in the Coffee House. One of the Bistro staff took the photograph. It is our weekly meeting and none of us would miss it for the world - a good natter and a meeting of friends keeps us going. I am back row on the right (in the navy blue jacket).