Daffodils and bluebells. I wonder if anything will come of them? I've had a word with them all - not threatening, just encouragement. I realise this isn't English countryside but, hey, the past few weeks we've had some very "English" weather so what more do they want? It's been grim, lots of rain and quite cold up here in the hills. Surely they feel at home? Watch this space.
With so much rain all sorts of fungii has appeared from the damp earth.
What's happ'nin' up in the trees lately? TLOML is away mining - digging beautiful rocks out of the ground. He's digging Crazy Lace Agate at the moment. One of my favourites.
Meanwhile, we are back at the ranch, holding the fort (me and Woody, that is). But it's just tooooooo cold. For me, anyway. Six degrees Celcius outside at present and ten inside. I've put the gas fire on to defrost my fingers.
Poor Woody is recovering from surgery on his cruciate ligament. This is his second one, mind you, and my wallet is glad he only has TWO! Anymore and it would have been wheels!
The first six weeks after surgery are crucial for the healing process so only very short walks allowed for the "necessaries". Then, after xrays to ensure all is going well, we may be able to extend walks by five minutes per week. It's a long haul, especially for a dog whose sole purpose in life it is to chase anything that moves.
1 comment:
Dear Woody,
Take it easy mate.
lick and a sniff from Bryn
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