The weather continues to torment and tease. One minute brilliant blue sky, the next minute dark clouds and torrential rain. A series of squalls would be a good description. I managed to get outside and work on the folly in between showers yesterday. At least the damp ground allows the weeds to come out with ease. Paul’s poppies have been condemned to the compost heap and I also made the sad decision to pull out a thyme bush that had gone woody and had become an eyesore. I always feel sad when I make these harsh choices. The gap is filled with a young thyme that has self seeded from the old bush.
The week has gone quickly because somewhere along the line I lost a day. Paul says it’s Thursday. I could have sworn it was only Wednesday.
Diane the Dawg tried to climb a tree earlier today. She got on top of our stone wall and kept jumping up at the dense branches of the hazel tree. I could swear she was grinning. I think we have ring necked doves nesting there. She ignored me when I called her and it was quite a while before she gives up that game.
This morning I heard a loud tooting outside. It was the post lady in her yellow van. She was trying to get Paul’s attention, he was happily strimming the edge of the farmer’s field and was totally oblivious to her presence. I ran down the steps and collected the post from her. Father’s Day on Sunday. Two cards and a mysterious parcel all the way from Australia. Wonder what’s inside.