3 Pan Breakfast

Sunday morning, I make myself a gourmet breakfast, crank up Levon Helm and decide to put some words on the page.

Salmon cake with cheesy, creamy polenta - I mean grits - and a poached egg

Things have been fairly quiet in Thurso. We have been waiting for Spring to come and yet Winter has been relentless.  

The sun (or the light if the sun is feeling shy) comes before 0430 and stays past 2130, but it is still multiple-layer cold with a mean cold wind.  

The daffodils and lambs have arrived as regardless of the temperature, it was time.  The lambs with their too much skin over their little bones and parallel ears are about the cutest thing you have ever seen.  Driving to work you often see a brand new one struggle to its feet for a first drink.

As they get older, I enjoy watching them stray from mom into their little lamb gangs.  There is lots of head butting, feet kicking and general running around.  Then there is this little lamb moment of panic, followed by some bleats and a race toward mom.

I have been using this lull to plan some travel.  There are some fun trips on the horizon; June is going to be a busy month, but today, I have work to do in my garden.