Signs of spring

Violets thriving on a Cornish bank







Every day I look, as the day get longer, at a certain spot, on a certain bank for the first violets of Spring. They were there today and yesterday as well, if I'm honest and perhaps since Christmas now I come to think! but they are strangely uplifting these tiny, brave, flowers that appear each year with a reasonable certainty.

I quickly glance each day as we hack the horses passed along the lane and each morning I see them, still touched by the morning dew.









The orderly daffodil fields

St Micheal's Mount from Ednovean Farm this morning












The gentle swing of the horses backs and the rhythmic fall of their feet takes us miles into West Penwith, past the ever changing pattern of fields and just lately, we have started to spot the daffodil pickers swathed in their waterproofs hard at work in the local flower fields.











Sootty and Danni are always happy to return home though, to the view of St Micheal's Mount basking this morning in the sunshine, to their cosy stable with the prospect of a bulging haynets and pan of corn. Probably to spend the rest of the day dreaming of their adventure as they perched their bottoms on the back of their stable walls. and settle down to snooze the day away until supper time.


For last two days, we have had the first burst of the suns rays, well deserved in my opinion after a record three inches of rain. This encouraged Charles to throw open the stable doors to the house upstairs and down whilst exhorting the Cat to "Get some fresh air in his lungs" Olley was probably muttering "One swallow doesn't make a spring" or some such banality but dubiously crept outside for a good twenty minutes..............the invoice box in which he has been living was found to be full of shredded paper - what an industrious cat!