pastoral

Spring in the borders. A perfect sunday lunch in a country pub followed by a gentle stroll.
Gamboling lambs, birdy courtship and beaks full of fluff, gentle warm breeze, the pigs snuffling about, grinning. woodpeckers tuning the trees, fish all plishyplashy, dogs waggy, cats, purrrrrrry, people smiley and chatty.
It'll piss down tomorrow.