Here in Ireland Spring is a little late arriving. Oh, sure, there is the beginnings of budding we can see all around us, and the joyful morning chorus of birdsong, but it has remained unseasonably chill, with a wintry feel still remaining in the air.

Traveling through the midlands during the week I noted that the early growth (grass) has not come up that much, and though the young lambs abound all over the country's pastures, they seem to be smaller, almost stunted in stature, compared to how they should have progressed to this point of the year. But they do survive, and in time, they will thrive....

Hard to ignore Spring - with lambs playing in every field. Stirs the heart. There is some innate cheerfulness, that has lain dormant, which the image reawakens in us; how can we scowl while another entity is 'gamboling' in front of our eyes, in broad daylight!!!

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