Sometimes a break in a working routine for Ellie, and me, works wonders.
Please note the snazzy jumps.
Bob had a more gentle workout.
It took twenty minutes before she called time out.
Irish weather is always a hot topic (excuse the pun) but when one day you wake up to a dark sky and thundering cold wind. The next day it is beaming sunshine and heat. It is no wonder Irish people are so besotted with the weather.
However I am discovering that there is another hot topic in our house – strange things that pop up in the garden.
See for yourself. I look forward to the many varied comments that will follow the pictures below.
I was weeding and discovered this gorgeous plant, weed??
Never listen to an elderly academic when he says: I know I put the pipe down here..but the yard keeps flooding so I need to find the pipe it must be blocked”
Given that the man in question is 84 we decided to help our a heart attack was imminent.
This is where our weekend went: “The drainage pipe that I am looking for is to the right of that water meter”
Sounds simple. But it wasn’t.
By Sunday evening we had located three different pipes and some were leading to the back garden. We were exhausted aching but a discovery had been made. Academics should never, ever do anything practical around the house. Or you end up with this:
Bob woke the house early on Friday morning. At first I thought he must be unwell, as it wasn’t his usual, get up and make my breakfast call.
The first thing I noticed when I opened the back door was the look of disbelief on his face.
It had snowed. And we all know Bob loves snow.
But it is becoming clear that old age is catching up with him as he spent the next half an hour simply pottering about.
He, I believe, was remembering
Real snow! And saving his energy for its return.
I enjoyed Christmas, the Turkey was awesome but something even better happened this morning. Jack frost is back….
Though some dogs do get a little excited about it
But not this cool dog.
Because I know where the day is always heading…..
But using me as a cushion is a tad too much, don’t you agree?
Have a great New Year see you all in 2015,
The nearest neighbor a long walk up a leafy rickety lane-way.
The garden, a field then, stretched on forever. It wasn’t perfect, but it sat on a height overlooking the farms stretched out below and beyond it. We gained aches and pains as we eliminated the abandoned glass bottles, old tin cans and iron bed frames, tainted and rusty to touch. Everything safely sent to a recyclable life via a tractor and trailer.
A lawn and driveway arrived. Tiny hands were tickled by flitting butterflies as they played in this large space sprinkled with roses and hebes of all varieties. Tree climbers were carefully minded by the one hundred year old solid beech tree. From its lofty height it loved to sprinkle the lawn with helicopters. Pulled by the wind they twisted and turned toward the green velvet carpet where they added their golden brown hue to its richness. All around me I can see nature at its best, soft rolling hillsides displaying every shade of green.
No heavy traffic or exhaust fumes filled the air, here, birdsong was the mainstay of my day. Passing of time was told by every passing vehicle: the milkman, neighbors ferrying children to and from school, husbands returning from work.
The seasons saw some changes which colored the air, spreading manure, making hay, or cows being herded home.
Home – I can almost taste it! Though I have changed house, the memories of this home will never be forgotten. It was a heartfelt first home.
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