A few daffodils have peeped through around the garden, sown once by an old farmer looking forward to their vibrant colour and spring-like feel. I wonder if back then a weather forecast of heavy rain and snow threatened their growth, the way it does now, for the third spring in a row. One could be forgiven for thinking we are living through a bleak midwinter, yet the daffodils reassure us otherwise. My own lovely Farmer has no time to sow, having more work than in recent years once more due to the poor weather we experienced throughout the genuine winter months. For the grass contains little lushness while the ewes have been unable to provide adequate supplies of colostrum, leaving weak lambs which need to be hand reared. And so, together with the potholes, severe road conditions and school closures which we all experienced in the January snow falls, the weather has forced the sheep farmer to spend twice as much on lamb's milk and hours more on work. But believe me, when you assist a birth, knowing you have saved the life of a helpless creature, the rewards are as beautiful as the daffodil which flourishes like a miracle in winter.