I find myself at the end of March with the temp in the 30′s looking at snow outside my window, missing Yorkshire.
This time of year was my favorite. Everything started to warm a little and turn green and most of all it was when the lamb-ie-kins were born. We would take rides out into the country and watch them jump and play (lamb don’t run they jump and hop). It was my favorite thing to do.
I miss loads of things from England – the friends we made, good fish and chips, a proper pint in a proper pub, yummy curry, but especially the countryside and the little lambs this time of year.
I never thought I would be but I guess I am just a little bit homesick.
Is it just me, or are the little lambs eating ivy?
Dad
It never occurred to me that you would be homesick for Yorkshire. We’ve just had a wonderful Easter with lots of sunny, warm weather and yes, the lambs are hopping around the fields; in fact, everywhere is bursting with new life.
I’m sure Dom will down a pint for you at his leaving do on Friday.
Take care.
Ruth