The sun's out here

Puppies, like cats, are solar-powered.

The sun finally came out here. The duvet of cloud we've been submerged under for what feels like most of February finally lifted to reveal blue skies, growing grass and a whole heap of things that needed to be done yesterday.

Today we have fetched the feed for the ewes who are currently a demanding bedlam of customers inside the barn. The feed is mixed at a farm in Llandysul so that involves a drive over the Preselis, via Cenarth and through Newcastle Emlyn to Llandysul and out the other side. Here be guinea pigs - or rather it's where Lucky was found and we think (and it seems such a huge coincidence) that he was found by the farmer who sells us our feed (one year I will remember to ask...)

Cenarth was looking quiet but beautiful as it always does at this time of year. We must go for a picnic or a pub lunch or a cream tea (or all three) and a meander along the river. Soon.

Back at home, with the feed safely stowed in the old freezer, the garden beckoned and I cleared the winter debris from the Venetian border (how grand that sounds!) There was a list of casualties - unsurprisingly after this hard winter - but also the delight of finding that I had planted wallflowers. The thing with me and biennials is that I always forget that I have planted them. Wallflowers and Sweet Williams are and endless source of forgotten delight for this gardener and I now have the promise of lovely blooms while I get the rest of the garden into good order.