The first April day I re-visited was a Friday when I think we had a church meeting wrapping up our Easter Holiday Bible Club in North Yorkshire. K.J. drove with the kids while I took my camera and walked on a public footpath behind the kids' school because I'd caught a glimpse of lambs earlier in the day. This was our first spring in North Yorkshire, and I was terrified I'd somehow miss lambing season. The thing about seasons is that they come once a year, and then they're gone. You have to pay attention in the moment. I'm happy to report I didn't miss out on frolicking lambs in 2015.
In addition to photographing lambs, I grew slightly obsessed with bees going about their business (beez-iness, bizzzz-iness?) in the spring and summer. England's moderate climate, and the English genius about gardening means flowers that don't prematurely wither away. They last so much longer than in Alabama. I spent a lot of time that first summer watching the bees in the lavender outside my kitchen window while I washed dishes.
I got this lucky shot experimenting with the macro function on one of my lenses at Newby Hall. It still brings me a lot of joy. I also got a lot of joy watching these lambs play follow the leader that day.
Ella took ballet lessons in a small village nearby, and while I usually went back home while she had her lesson, one April day I took a walk instead, exploring a public footpath. I was captivated to live in a place that had ridings.
But of course the most magical April night of all was when our entire family got to be present for the birth of twin lambs at a local farm. I was over the moon that night.
That seems like a good stopping place for now. Thanks for coming armchair traveling with me. It's fun to re-live past Aprils and to look forward to the day we can leave our houses and do some exploring once more.
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