First Sunday lunch outside this year. Hastily cleared away one lawnmower, one bicycle, a lot of plant pots waiting to have something done with the contents, and there we are, watching the pheasants of what turns out to be an established breeding colony (yay!) and their crazy aerial acts. I hesitate to call it flying…
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SUCH a beautiful dog! My doggy (half greyhound, half coonhound) and I went for a jog this morning in the perfect spring weather. We hear singing birds, woodpeckers, lawn mowers, and our feet hitting the ground. Oh how I love spring!
Finbar is getting to look a bit dog-eared now (he’s nearly twelve) but he was the handsomest doge ever when he was young. I don’t know what a coonhound is, but I bet he’s a beauty too 🙂 There hasn’t been a single lawnmower today. They tend to do the noisy stuff on Saturdays here.
That dog is adorable and looks so comfy. It looks like such a beautiful day. We still have snow here so no outside lunch for us. I hope you enjoy!
Actually he complains that we haven’t brought a sofa outside for him and his bones 🙂 I did enjoy, thanks. It’s been too hot for gardening so I’ve given up on the great outdoors. Hope your snow clears soon!
He sounds so adorable 😊. The warmth and sun would be so fantastic. I can’t wait for the snow to go away.
All sighthounds moan about their creature comforts. Comes from being so skinny. If we had snow in march I think I’d probably die. Not kidding either!
I don’t mind snow. I live where I live so I can experience all 4 seasons. But come the first day of spring, I expect spring weather 😂
That’s an expectation that is becoming too much for nature to deliver.
That is very true.
🙂
I’m glad you and Finbar enjoyed the day. It all looks lovely!
Finbar must be enjoying sun bathing
He needs his dose of vitamin whatever. Like all of us 🙂
This is lovely Jane. So please you enjoyed the spring weather. It has been unseasonably warm here today too. We had a pub lunch and then a very pleasant walk with the dogs🌹🌹
We did a bit of field work this afternoon but it defeated me. I can’t dig trees out like I used to.
I am not surprised I mean you were thirty five last year 🤭🌹😉
Thirty six. And it’s beginning to show 🙂
Really you don’t look a day over thirty five !
That’s kind of you to say so 🙂
You’re so lucky, it’s freezing where I am today. Still, it got me out of mowing the lawn😊
Everybody around here has vast expanses of lawn. They spend hours riding up and down on their mini tractors to keep the dandelions away, but I never see anyone actually out on their lawns. Why do people inflict so much grass on themselves?
Heaven! We’re not there yet, but it’s coming I’m sure. (K)
This is the time of year that flies by. In no time it will be really hot, the flowers will be over and everything will be shrivelling. They’re already irrigating the fields because we’ve had no rain.