The beginnings of a wedding cuff for a good friend.
The first calf is born out of the cows.
I saw the first grackle. (I don't like grackles)
Lambs are racing happily on the green.
The fresh-laundered towels are on the clothesline and I have more laundry scheduled to go out. It's still a chilly morning, but promises to be a sunny, nice day.
After a wee bit of wet snow this past week, the grass should really shoot up.
Wet, spring snow is poor man's fertilizer.
It does wonders for the grass and plants.
Have a Happy Day!
On the grassy banks,
Lambkins at their pranks;
Wooly sisters, woolly brothers,
Jumping off their feet;
While their woolly mothers
Watch by them and bleat.