Spring is surely lurking just around the corner. The trees still look wintry but the primroses are starting to flower, littering the banks of the ditches with their dainty pale yellow flowers. We’re taunted with bright sunny days when jackets are unzipped and flap open only to step outside the next day and instantly reach for a hat to jam over our ears as the chill wind blows.
On the farm, the spring work is just beginning. The sprayer and fertiliser spreader have been out this week, though some of the fields are still too wet to run on and puddles still stand on the track.
In the farm yard, new electricity cables are being laid, which involves diggers and spades to dig trenches.
Whenever a new barn is built, the electricity is linked up by circuitous routes so that electricity cables along with drainage and water pipes criss-cross the yard under the concrete. In truth, nobody knows exactly where they all lie. Every now and then, we have to run down the road to ask the chap who worked here for decades if he remembers where they are. Sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn’t. From now on, we’re going to have a logical and planned electricity supply. More importantly, it’s going to be copied onto a plan and kept in a safe place.
Branches and trunks from trees that have fallen over have been cut into lengths and are stacked, ready for sawing into logs. It’s good to know that next winter’s wood supply is ready and waiting.
Ignoring the dodgy brickwork, shall we peek through the farmhouse window to look inside?
You know those Pinterest boards with immaculate boot rooms? Classy accessories are tidily stored on open shelves, clean boots stand in a row on a gleaming floor and everything is beautifully colour co-ordinated.
One day I might have a boot room like that. Perhaps. Meanwhile, this is the reality.
Thank goodness I have some spring flowers to put in a jug and enjoy.