My garden and my bee friendly plants.
My tall purple flowers have blossomed.
On sunny days I walk the dogs in this field. We visit a stream that runs parallel to this old rickety fence because AP planted a small tree there once, in memory of Pickles. The tree never grew but we always visit this place and remember her anyway.
On the first Saturday of the month there’s a large flea market in our town. It was a fabulously warm day and everyone was in such a good mood and of course we chatted with many vendors and came home with a whole parcel of specialty food, drink — and some vintage jewellery.
On warm days a local pub makes stone baked pizza in their garden pizza oven and we sat outside in the afternoon sun and enjoyed every morsel.
Daisy’s hair was very long and thick again and so she went to the groomer’s to have her summer cut but she was not as cooperative as she was the last time so, hence the ragged edges around her ears and neck. She hates being touched around her face and she gets very snappy towards those who try. Daisy is a force to be reckoned with.
And this little girl. Isn’t she the cutest? I cannot resist that pose… that look… the pleading eyes. I will stop everything and pick her up when she does this to me.
That was our week of sun and warmth. Tomorrow it all changes, as everything does.
Happy Friday everyone. Enjoy the weekend.