Aside: Wood street village has a jazz festival tomorrow. Should I give it a try? It’s no Ronnie Scott, but it can’t be too bad, I’m hoping.
Had this handsome nutter over for half a day yesterday. His behaviour traits all remind me of Chewie when he was that age—restless, cute, ball addict (still is), bark at doorbells (still does), lay down to meet dogs, always wanting to touch some part of me…
It was fun revisiting those crazy, lovely, hyper, cute early days with Chewie, just for a brief morning.
An ugly name for such a beautiful flowering plant. Yes, it’s a weed. Yes, it may be poisonous for some. But it is so beautiful when, like today, it covers wide swathes of the meadow.
Moved them to a basket
… who’s devouring my Petunias