Let us ride together, Blowing mane and hair, Careless of the weather, Miles ahead of care, Ring of hoof and snaffle, Swing of waist and hip, Trotting down the twisted road With the world let slip. Anonymous riding song.
Jean, The nice thing about Dahlias is that they just come back every year. I dug these ones up in the middle of winter and moved them with us when we moved to a new home a couple of years ago. Each flower is close to 18 inches across. Sparkles has learned to purr and tried to groom her front paws for the first time. We reckon she's three weeks old now. She has a check-up scheduled tomorrow.
Never. You have a garden? Never. This is the first time I've seen a sign of it on your blog. It's gorgeous, do you do the work on it? And once more with feeling: well, I never!
(They still use stupid expressions like that here, you know.) Glad to hear Sparkles is doing her/his best to stay alive. Atta girl.
TechnoBabe, I love that sign, it's hand painted on slate; one of my better acquisitions.
Deborah, these are true soup-plate Dahlias. I do string up a system of canes and twine or the wind will lay them down. Then I just cut them and bring them inside, which is O.K. too.
Friko, I have written about my garden, but not for a long while. My foster dogs took all my energy and time so I let everything slide a bit. You posted great Dahlia pictures last year so I thought I'd get my act together and be first this time:) Nurturing is kind of a habit around here, whether four legged or rooted in the dirt.
Owen, the foster dogs barked at me every time I went in the water, trying to herd me to safety. I gave up in deference to my neighbors ears. It is nice to slide once again into cool waters on a hot day. Come on over.
all this talk of heat and sun and flowers.. I never got round to gettinf my garden done AGAIN!.. and autumn is well and truly moving under our feet here, can feel it on the air. While London roasts in heat wave, my field squelches under hooves and we need big fleeces to wear in the evening!
So sorry to hear of your animal troubles at the moment.. there's nothing worse than having to say imminant good-byes... your post about your old girl is so perfectly written regarding this. Sending good things :-)
Watercats, you have been tending the growth of your musical garden. There's still plenty of time for bulb-planting in a couple of months to guarantee a vibrant Spring. Thanks for the animal encouragement.
If I were a tree, I would be a London Plane. I am gregarious but enjoy solitude. I am English in my heart and soul, but still have room for other nations. I have lived in six countries and picked up a French husband along the way. We have a wonderful, kind, strong-minded daughter who has become a "Human of whom to be proud". I am a magnet for the lost. I foster collies (and collie cousins and the occasional, accidental, cat or crow). Those I have saved have saved me in return. I notice the world around me and often talk to strangers. Traveling alone is interesting, liberating and fulfilling. I am good at most things that I undertake but have few formal qualifications. I am able to have and treasure friends with whom I disagree about almost everything. My life is not over. Who knows where I am headed?
A ponyism is one of Life's Truths perceived from the perspective of an Effing Pony: - Life's a Bluff! - Those who aspire to make their mark on this world must expect to scrape some skin on the walls of experience. - The greatest value of money is as the currency of Hope.
- To be an Ass or an Asset, that is the question?
-Selective memory is but the first step on the path to magical thinking.
-Not all Baggage comes with wheels. -When your hero is a horse you are less likely to be disappointed than were he a human.
-Unfortunately, great wealth does not always equate with class.
-A dick, surrounded by puppies, remains a dick. -What better antidote to evil than kittens? -Any time you have something heavy, ready to drop, your cat will sit right below and look up at you.
All so pretty. I never planted the flower seeds I bought this year. Ah, well, perhaps they will keep for next season.
ReplyDeleteIt looks bright and beautiful there.
How's Sparkles? Regular updates are in demand.
You know I might just lie back with pina colade... hope you don't mind. I won't leave any mess. Promise.
ReplyDeleteJean, The nice thing about Dahlias is that they just come back every year. I dug these ones up in the middle of winter and moved them with us when we moved to a new home a couple of years ago. Each flower is close to 18 inches across.
ReplyDeleteSparkles has learned to purr and tried to groom her front paws for the first time. We reckon she's three weeks old now. She has a check-up scheduled tomorrow.
Beautiful pics, beautiful garden. I'm so glad Sparkles is doing well!
ReplyDeleteReally nice flowers. I like the sign inviting people into your garden.
ReplyDeleteThat was really 'inches' you meant to say, ER? How do they ever hold their heads up??
ReplyDeleteYou have a waterfall. I'm jealous. Delighted to hear that Sparkles is purring. So are we all.
Never. You have a garden? Never.
ReplyDeleteThis is the first time I've seen a sign of it on your blog.
It's gorgeous, do you do the work on it?
And once more with feeling: well, I never!
(They still use stupid expressions like that here, you know.)
Glad to hear Sparkles is doing her/his best to stay alive. Atta girl.
Di,thanks on all counts.
ReplyDeleteTechnoBabe, I love that sign, it's hand painted on slate; one of my better acquisitions.
Deborah, these are true soup-plate Dahlias. I do string up a system of canes and twine or the wind will lay them down. Then I just cut them and bring them inside, which is O.K. too.
Friko, I have written about my garden, but not for a long while. My foster dogs took all my energy and time so I let everything slide a bit. You posted great Dahlia pictures last year so I thought I'd get my act together and be first this time:)
ReplyDeleteNurturing is kind of a habit around here, whether four legged or rooted in the dirt.
Can we go swimming after meeting the flowers ???
ReplyDeleteIt's supposed to be 33 to 35°C here tomorrow...
Am sweating just at the prospect of it.
Owen, the foster dogs barked at me every time I went in the water, trying to herd me to safety. I gave up in deference to my neighbors ears. It is nice to slide once again into cool waters on a hot day. Come on over.
ReplyDeleteall this talk of heat and sun and flowers.. I never got round to gettinf my garden done AGAIN!.. and autumn is well and truly moving under our feet here, can feel it on the air. While London roasts in heat wave, my field squelches under hooves and we need big fleeces to wear in the evening!
ReplyDeleteSo sorry to hear of your animal troubles at the moment.. there's nothing worse than having to say imminant good-byes... your post about your old girl is so perfectly written regarding this. Sending good things :-)
Watercats, you have been tending the growth of your musical garden. There's still plenty of time for bulb-planting in a couple of months to guarantee a vibrant Spring. Thanks for the animal encouragement.
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