It was toss-up today between one of the ubiquitous sheep and the bedding plants at the garden centre that are already starting to bloom.
The sheep won.
I have a new mini-routine of walking into the town (4 miles), working at a coffee shop for a little bit, then having Finch pick me up. I need the walk and it’s good to have a destination, and I miss the urban blur. I have to wear a fiercely yellow jacket so the speeding cars can see me, but I like having the company of the skittish sheep en route.
I love that sheep. It looks so startled and dignified and kind of goofy at the same time.