Spring notes

The lambs have arrived! We left winter behind in the Highlands, where the hills are still bruised with the rust of dormant heather and the rivers run cold like silver, snake tongue mercury through the purplebrowngrey fractures in the mountains. Heading home we travelled south and hit Glasgow. Suddenly there was green - bright and laid out on the land like carpet, punctuated by the bright yellow trumpets of daffodils.
The buds are starting to unfold. This is one of my favourite acts of nature. It was so clear today that we could see the uneven snow atop Ben Vorlich and Ben Stuc a'Chroin. Lambs! Compact, sturdy, yet so unsure, following their mothers and calling out sharp, plaintive cries.
We're eating lamb tonight. Andrew's request as a birthday dinner - roast lamb and roast potatoes. Chocolate cake with custard for dessert. How very British.