Your Time Is Gonna Come

Evening all.

Somehow, seeing lambs (and very newborn ones at that) stumbling and staggering around a field in the first week of January seems wrong.

And it's not as if it just the one ewe that'd got a bit tipsy and carried away with herself in the early August heat and had a brief holiday fling with a silver tongued, swarthy, thick woolled ram.

Nope, there are at least two or three fields near our home that seem stuffed full with gambolling lambs and their watchful mums.

I'm confused, i'll be thinking it's April already at this rate....

gosh where has the year gone.

I'll leave you with the thoughts of Bobby Brains, the desert whizz kid:

"I would've bought you grapes, but i got my dates mixed up."

night all

Led Zeppelin