It’s Christmas Week — it’s still raining and we’ve had record high night-time temperatures. The grass is still growing, albeit slowly and the sheep who are usually complaining that they need concentrate by this time of year are not even bothered to lick the Rumevite block I put out for them.
And now, the first buttercup of spring;
it’s as if the shops were full of hot cross buns and Easter eggs — where will it end?
dianaashworth 
I’m very sorry to hear about all the warm and rainy weather there has been in your part of the world recently. The buttercup is a pretty little flower, though, whenever it chooses to make its appearance. 🙂
That’s what I thought!