Magical Blooming


I like the flowers, sheep like the daffodils

This will maybe be the last post about sheep and weather, as the extremes of Jack Frost seem to have bowed to the Goddess of spring, and other things are moving, but to conclude those adventures…..we had one day of sunshine after all that cold, then went on a journey to Estonia which was….still deep in snow.

Anyway, back in the little valley, like something from ‘The Little Prince’, we find that the sheep have eaten all the daffodils except one, which held itself and bloomed the minute we returned….

“If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. All the stars are a-bloom with flowers…”