February 20th, 2008

The spring lambs

I have some wonderful friends, Marilyn Valentine and her brilliant son Damien, who live in rural Bath, England. Marilyn has been telling me recently about how she likes the spring because she can look over her backyard fence and watch lambs frolicking. I of course immediately demanded photographic proof of such an incredible and monumental happening. This arrived shortly thereafter:

(All together now - awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...)

As a lifelong dweller in California suburbs, this is almost unthinkable to me. The last thing I saw frolicking outside my backyard was a fat, hairy man screaming at his wife in some unrecognizable language.