Spring at last up here on Walton's Mountain, acid green leaves are bursting from buds that have survived the rigours of our winter snows.
The sheep are on the move (they are very much free range round these parts and seem to wander from field to field as the notion takes them) and leaving their tell tale washing lines of wool behind them on the tangles barbed wire.
Sometimes they look like fluffy friendly little ghosts fluttering in the breeze, almost dancing to the tune of the day.
The seasons mix on the carpet of ground. Old cones closed and gnarled beside newly sprung spring buttercups holding heads to the sun.
The sun worshippers are out in force, more with each passing day. They hold up their heads and smile welcoming the new day and drops of gold from the sky.
Nothing big, nothing special, just my side-of-the-road landscape, a little piece of heaven on earth.
Look down, look around, take a wee moment today just to see those everyday wonders, I promise they will make your day that much better.