... for the Sky man this morning. Yes we DO need a new Sky box. Should arrive between eight and one, so the pups have already had two walks just in case we have to wait in all morning.
The pups woke US this morning, just before 6.00. I think they were getting their own back on Charles after HIS super early start yesterday.
Not sure what I'm going to do today, to be honest. It's very grey and overcast so not an ideal day for being in the garden. Maybe, when the Sky guy has done his stuff, we'll go for a trip to Heighley Gate to buy new plants to fill the gaps left by those that perished during the winter. I have an idea that a lavender hedge along the top edge of the lawn at the front of the house would be rather nice, but will probably need to convince Charles about this!
Good to see that a new couple of posters turned up last night, albeit anonymously. It would be great if they became regular participants as I'm sure Dannymatt feels extremely pressurised being the only regular contributor!
LILY & ROSE
Here are some photos of Lily & Rose. There are a few from the first time we saw them when they were just 4 weeks old. They would fit on your hand at this age and didn't look much like westies!
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I'm no gardener, but a Lavender hedge is a lovely (not a word I use usually) idea. I have bunches growing wild since my divorce and the aroma come summer is therapeutic. It also adorns two test tubes inside the hallway and it used to be a component in our pots pourri. Lately I've let things slide as the song goes. Used to have a camomile lawn too till I got sick of mowing it. I let it lie fallow for 2 years. Now that is major depression. Come to think of it I used to be a bit of a herb gardener too. Even built my own box when I first moved here. Gone to rack and ruin now of course. Bits of parsley (but never quite enough) here, forests of fennel there...but mainly slugs and snails. There's even an old oval mirror stuck in the compacted compost. Something my mother gave me years ago and I didn't want to get rid of it but neither did I like it. So what are you gonna do? Why...half submerge it in the bloody herb garden of course. It faces the fence now...which is I suppose you might say a sad reflection of my wild garden...ahem.
ReplyDeleteThe one flower I do really love is the cornflower. Reminds me of my childhood and the endless summers on the farm. There's nothing quite as blue as the cornflower...except me sometimes of course.
See how easy it is for me to witter on about nothing? Streams of consciousness...almost a subordinate blog. ie the blog would still make sense if I wasn't there. So..there's no pressure. The only pressure is to keep from blabbering on and on a bit like being cornered by some drunken greengrocer from Luton with an Instamatic camera and Dr. Scholl sandals and last Tuesday's Daily Express who drones on and on about how Mr. Smith should be running this country and how many languages Enoch Powell can speak and then he throws up over the Cuba Libres....
And there you told me you weren't a gardener! Cornflowers are exquisite. The only blue I have seen to rival their colour was that of a tiny butterfly when we were in Burgundy a couple of years ago. It was so startlingly blue it took your breath away.
ReplyDeleteAaaah Monty P - such memories!