A couple of evenings ago I was treated to the sight of this wonderful rainbow.
It stretches right along the old disused railway track
which borders the barley field.
It was magical.
Within moments it had disappeared.
The old Bramley apple tree is beginning to unfurl its beautiful pink blossom,
our little woodland
is full of Queen Anne's Lace, or Cow Parsley.
This froth of tiny white flowers grows to a height of five or six feet and completely swallows up cats, hens,
Scattered on the woodland floor are these - Arum maculatum -
Lords and Ladies and Cuckoo-Pint
are just two of the common names for them.
In autumn they form a cluster of bright red berries which are poisonous.
Our grandchildren must learn to avoid them, for there are
far too many to eradicate.
The bluebells are blooming.
Don't you just love that colour?
Our long hours of work out in the vegetable garden are giving us some reward for our efforts.
These radishes are crisp, hot and peppery.
Lettuces are crisp and flavoursome...
...and the first strawberries are ripening.
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Imagine my surprise, when a few nights ago I was browsing the pages of some dog rescue charities and found this mug shot.
He is an unclaimed stray,
less than two years old, and was saved from death row
simply because a kennel had become available at the charity.
How could I resist the appeal in those eyes?
Especially as he, quite coincidentally,
comes with the name 'Toby'...
can you believe it?
I have been to visit him a couple of times and taken him for a good long walk.
He is a real sweetie.
He is not my old Toby, but he is a dog who needs the love that I can give him.
He is coming to live with us on Friday.
His name is Toby Too.
I haven't forgotten my darling old boy, he is irreplaceable.
However, this boy needs a home
and I need a dog.