There's a new greenish haze on the meadow, There's a new greenish haze on the meadow, The plums were as high as the big, black goat's eye And the piebald was climbing clear up to the sky...
Sorry the photos aren't better. My camera doesn't like gloomy weather any more than I do. Also, as soon as the shepherd sees me taking photographs of his flock, he tries to make them behave like well mannered, well behaved animals. Goats aren't.