I’m off to see Stevie up the pub in a while so just a short post today. Also, given that yesterday was such a novel, it’s probably a welcome relief!
A glum day. No sun, though no rain. I spoke to mum and dad for a delightful age then to Mirinda for a bit. Otherwise it was all about the house and dogs today.
On our walk to the park today, we were passed by a mad woman jogging with a cocker on a lead. I say mad because I wonder why the dog was on a lead. Maybe it’s very naughty. Anyway, she was running around the clumps of trees rather than around the park. Naturally, as she went by (I was going to say ‘zoomed’ but she didn’t) the poodles went up to say hi to the spaniel. This freaked her out a bit (the jogger, not the spaniel) and she started jabbering some strange language. I figured she had a secret code for the dog and just called my two back. Then she said, as the poodles turned away, “Go back to daddy.“
I mean, really, do I look like a miniature poodle? Possibly she’s a tad short sighted.
The poodles insisted I take their photo while they rested on a bench.
I made a start in the garden. I’m deleting the verbascum yellow custard! They are looking a bit finished. And that’s being kind. After that it’s into the hot border with a plough and no mercy! I shall post before and after shots when I’ve finished.
Speaking of colour…here’s a shot of three autumn trees near the Queen’s Bottom showing the variety of colours the trees have. OK, it’s not Vermont but still…
Our chat was delightful full of interesting comments that I did not know.
The poodles look as if butter would not melt in there mouths so cute. and you do not look like a daddy poodle love mum