Just walking the dog
Did someone mention the ‘w’ word?
Come on, Mum, how long does it take to get your coat and boots on!
Let’s go down the steps.
(Mum stops to admire the rhododendrons: I can’t believe they are flowering in mid-March.)
(And the Rh. barbatum, which this time last year was looking spectacular blooming in the snow, has almost finished flowering already.)
Lots of lovely smells to explore on the path beside the burn.
In fact, while Mum’s stopped to listen to the bubbling cries of the curlews, which we have just started hearing again in the field beside the river, I think I might go into the burn to investigate.
Up this mossy bank: there are lots of rabbit holes to explore, and usually some pheasants to flush, and maybe a roe deer or two if I’m lucky!
(Meanwhile, Mum is enjoying the daffodils under the trees, and the green spring grass, and the wild mallard on the lochan, and the birdsong filling the woods.)
Nearly home, Mum!
OK, that’s enough photographs of me please. You know it makes me self-conscious.
No, really, enough now.
…and time for a well-earned snooze.
Of course, some people think it’s always time for a snooze..!
(Dedicated to my best-beloved spaniel, who has been sitting on my lap supervising the ghost-writing of this post.)
Last year I wrote about today, Laetare Sunday and Mothering Sunday, in A rose-tinted Sunday.