The geese are back

I know I say this too early every year, but I think spring is coming. It is only February, but the goats are frollicking in the field, the sun has been out more than in this week and despite a generous snowfall, I think we are all feeling the power in the sun.  Even the solar panels have started to work their magic.

This year we may get lambs. We have 3 sheep – one our own bottle reared lamb Shouty, and 2 others gifted to us who I have named Sniffy and Pretty – no explanations needed.

They went to see a fine fellow in the next door village before Christmas, and while we were told that they were too fat and spoilt to have been 'receptive' I do wonder whether it is all grass on those bellies or something more.

Time will tell...

Library of senses

I have a collection of memories, stored in senses. A tape of music from a younger me, a moisturiser that reminds me of another place and time, photographs that immediately make me feel close to other people and a kalaedoscope of past feelings.

I keep them all in a box in the loft.

There are diaries there too that help me to pin down a random feeling, memory or thought.  It helps to get rational with this library sometimes – it helps to have a catalogue system, or its all just clutter.

I like to keep my history. Its like a little holiday, to somewhere familiar.

Gertrude & Henry

It being January, we were battered as usual by some pretty fierce storms, wind gusting to 90mph, schools cancelled for 2 days but thankfully no damage to anything much at home.  The met office has a new system for naming storms, so this pair were Gertrude (the name for an underwater phone used by submarines) and Henry (Royal Harry's correct name, who knew?).

In a calm following the storm, the ground looks like a sponge that has drained all of it's water and is left looking a little off colour.  The grass is longing to grow again, but the sun just can't get over itself enough to break through the grey clouds.

Today felt a bit warmer though, there was a tentative glance towards spring as the last of the puddles disappeared and people emerged from their bunkers.

I really do think that when the weather is this bad in the Hebrides we would all be better off living under ground, or maybe in submarines, deep down in the oceans experiencing another world, while ours endures another January weather Drama up on top.