The lambs are here!

We had been wondering for a couple of days why no sheep and lambs had yet arrived in the field next to our house. It's one of the punctuation marks in our year here: they are always a delight for the few weeks through which they bounce on the spot, gamble and suckle, then form wild little posses and charge madly around the field. Then, when we returned from our woodland walk on Monday, J spotted them behind the hedge, very recently arrived and still huddling close to their mothers. We watched for a while in the dusk, and this afternoon, when I took J out to see them, we found them back at near the top of the field posing for photos. There are a few sweet ones, but I couldn't resist this little one lying on its mother's back: it stayed there, very settled, for the whole time we watched over the gate. 

S has swapped day, and will be here to support J tomorrow, so today I joined Art Talk again to look at the group's chosen yellow paintings - a trio of J's favourite Van Goghs, then Rothko, Clyfford Still, and my choice, the yellowest of Gerhard Richter's amazingly rich textured, layered and scratched squeegee paintings from his Cage set. These were, perhaps are still, displayed as a group in one of my favourite rooms at Tate Modern. After lunch we had a follow-up video appointment with the specialist OTs from the neurology hospital (who we last saw the day J was stuck in the car in London), and after our lamb viewing I fitted in an hour in the garden, continuing to clear the greenhouses in preparation for some of the seedlings which are now filling the floors beside our south facing windows. Tomorrow, with S here, I'll have a bit more time, and hope the weather will be good enough for gardening. 

I'm still trying to sort through yesterday's macro photos - I took rather a lot, of leaves and shoots in the garden, and haven't had time to decide which ones are really in focus and edit the best of them.