I’ve subjected you to a few rather longwinded blog posts recently. So here, by way of a palate cleanser, is a pictorial essay I’m calling ‘The Farmlet in Winter’.
Nell covered in mud, and hoping earnestly for food. Fig and Nell will sit on command if you have carrots.
It’s a good trick, and one which never fails to impress visitors.
Giselle, who has become a bit of a tyrant in the chicken house, shows us her imperious look.
Summer’s adorable velvety-soft nose.
Summer also hopes earnestly for carrots, she does not, however, sit on command.
What she does like to do in winter is to go hooning around the paddock practicing her sliding-stops.
Bonnie takes every possible opportunity to eat, insisting she is at imminent risk of starvation <rotfl>.
Here she is grabbing a few bites of greenery during a winter walk in Seven Acre Wood.
In the vegetable garden there’s a forest of rhubarb starting up.
I planted a few extras last year because I’ve taken a liking to stewed rhubarb with my AntiGene granola.
Meanwhile the Munstead Wood rose popped out a surprise midwinter bloom in the English Garden.
And here are the miniature Tête-à-tête daffodils just in time for the change of season.
Why is it that I find tiny things so cute?
Well that was winter. I have a couple more muddy tales to tell you, and then we’ll be romping into spring! I’m more than ready to leap into a season of baby lambs (due any day now), short but ‘refreshing’ swims, and sowing seeds for summer vegetables. Perhaps Deborah and I might even making a start on rehabilitating that ramshackle old greenhouse.
What do you most look forward to doing this spring?