Bob’s Diary: I thought the coast was clear.

It was Tuesday Maria was setting up to start blogging after we had a glorious walk when her phone went ping. She grabbed her coat, kicked me and Ellie outside.

When she arrived back we were not greeted as normal. I got curious.

bob 2 tuesday

bob 1 tuesdayThey were back!

 

robyn playing
This is just ridiculous.

 

 

 

 

they are back

 

 

 

maddie prowlingSomething has to give and it won’t be me.

bob and robyn

Bob’s Diary: Rained off, not this dog!

It was raining.

“Behave,” she said. And when she looked in, I was

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but…

 

 

 

 

 

someone had left a nice soft rug on the floor

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and it was too much so game time started.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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ippWhat is it with Collies?

 

They always have to win.  Ah well, maybe next time.

 

Maria’s Stuff: Memories of our first garden.

The vegetable Garden

The vegetable Garden

niall and sara under beech

sara flowersOur first home was as I remember – picture perfect. The garden the most lived in room.

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.

 

Bob’s Diary: A quick thought…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’ve been thinking:

bob2Witches love Halloween…..

 logic tells me they will be flying overhead leaving trails of jellybabies and marshmallows to shower down on us.

So if my house looks a little different then….

Are you getting the picture?

(Watch this spot I will reveal the new domicile on Halloween night.)