The kitchen is filled with the scent of lilies, a gift from daughter for mother’s day, along with a splendid, huge, black bamboo. That, I think, shall live in a pot.
Please ignore any dust, I have neither the time nor inclination to do housework!
Daughter, who is a total sweetheart, took me for a smashing lunch, to a rather posh garden center, the ambiance was great, the prices of the plants…not so great.
I’m soooo very lucky to have such a lovely daughter….
a daughter who is also my friend.
My neighbour retired recently and received endless bouquets so passed one on to me, several other neighbours were on the receiving end…..what’s not to like?
The Albert Dock.
Hubs is now another year older.
As usual, it rained as we spent the day roaming around Liverpool!
We have lived in Formby for twenty seven years now, and have never seen the tide this far in, usually we walk a mile to reach the sea, must be the new moon and spring tides.
How Annie loves the water.
Slowly but surely the garden is waking up. I’m trying to spend an hour a day clearing the front which is still buried in leaves, and now of course, the weeds are rearing their tenacious heads.
Most of the time I turn a blind eye to the mess and sit in my little courtyard where plants are suddenly bursting into life. It’s much easier to enjoy a small space, no detail is ever missed. My acer on the left of this picture, is now flowering, along with the jasmine and a multitude of other plants, despite Buddy sitting on their pots. Male dogs seem to be sun-worshipers.
It’s been a productive weekend, rescue-wise. My first release of the year, four perky pigeons now back where they belong!
I’ve also done a hedgehog awareness talk at a junior school and survived to tell the tale, no awkward questions this time, having said that, the guy who was with me was asked why he was wearing scruffy trousers and trainers…..ouch! I felt his pain!
Two home- checks, in two days, will now see three, long-term cats going to superb homes. Yey!
Soon I shall be releasing hedgehogs, must check out some new locations.
I shall have have to work a little harder on my bird whispering skills. This macaw arrived at the rescue yesterday, and is intent on slicing fingers to the bone. I stood in front of his cage, holding a very shiny red apple and proceeded to cut it into quarters.
The macaw cocked it’s head, eyeballed me and said, “hello”….. I looked around thinking someone was behind me, it sounded just like a guy with a croaky voice! Then it let loose a blood-curdling shriek!
Oh my! That will get old while mucking out a hundred hogs!
He is ringed, so hopefully we can trace the owner.