Following the Plough…

Beyond the Great North of Scotland Railway Line that runs at the bottom of our Garden, between our backdoor and the little River Urie, lies what we are pleased to call The Field. This afternoon a Sign of Spring called to us, nearly as clearly as it called to the Herring Gulls in from the Sea — the Ploughing began, and the field is changed from a green-grey blanket to the lovely brown of new-turned earth.