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| Last year I split some snowdrops from the garden and planted them in the old Churchyard |
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| It was lovely to see them making the effort to appear |
No amusing story today, I am afraid, as it has been a day for outside jobs. Paths have been cleaned, the accumulated detritus against the cottage wall has been removed and the front garden stripped of dead wood and the debris of winter.
I have even made that extra effort and have made a start of the largest of the allotment beds.
The only thing of note to report is that George has now taught Mabel how to steal and eat chicken coop eggs......Between them they have polished off five from the Tribe of the North's houseThey'll both have the shits later!
George and Mabel..better than Thelma and Louise. DO NOT buy them a car.
ReplyDeleteOh that naughty dog. I know bulldogs well and I know Mabel would never have thought of anything so wicked on her own.
ReplyDeleteI can't imagine Mabel stealing anything, I'm sure she just forgot to pay.
ReplyDeleteGo on, admit it, you love just pottering around!
ReplyDeleteMabel......bless her heart......where isthe picture on the top right of your blog from.?.......I just adore it....
ReplyDeleteI love to see the snowdrops coming out, Spring is on the horizon, yay!
ReplyDeleteholly those are my hens
ReplyDeleteQuick learner, Mabel...
ReplyDeleteWasn't there a play 'George and Mabel?? I seem to remember my mother mentioning it.
oo-er, what next?
ReplyDeleteSo i guess Mabel is being fully accepted into the pack if George is teaching her how to steal eggs.
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Well they should have good shiny coats then. What? No hearts and flowers today?
ReplyDeleteHe made her do it. Mabel would never have those kind of thoughts.
ReplyDeleteLove the snowdrops in the churchyard photos and that you thought to do it.
Can Mabel have an omelette?
"mack and Mabel?"
ReplyDeleteI think that George is framing Mabel. She is much too sweet to do such a deed.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it great to get stuck into some of those outdoor jobs though? PS I don't believe a word of it. She's a sweetie.
ReplyDeletePerhaps a fence around the chicken coop???
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Enjoy your day!
That is egg-citing!! xo
ReplyDeleteWell, one consolation is that both of their coats probably look absolutely shiny and fabulous right about now...the little sneaks! Love the story. Happy Valentines Day to you and Chris.
ReplyDeleteI just love pottering, no news kind of days...
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ReplyDeleteGreat photos of the Snowdrops, John! Are waiting for ours to appear in about a month I hope.
ReplyDeleteI bet those two are crafty when on an egg hunt, making sure they are not in your line of sight before they make a forage!
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear about egg stealing dogs. Not good at all.
ReplyDeleteYour flowers are very pretty. Glad to see they survived!
Egg sucking dog a perjorative name where I come from.
ReplyDeleteTribe of the North Take Away, Welsh style! LOL!
ReplyDeleteHi John! I'm wondering if having the 'shi**s is better than running through the house with a big frozen one in their mouth? This is what Todd was doing yesterday morning. Never a dull moment with a Scottie....
ReplyDeleteYou're concerned about them hab=ving the shits?
ReplyDeleteI'd be more worried at the prospect of a house filled with eggy Bulldog farts.
Snow drops? that must mean our Autumn is just around the corner ;(
ReplyDeleteMy Foster dog ate the cat food, bread and 5 bananas the other day and he was fine, so I hope your two don't mess up the house.
ReplyDeleteHave a happy Valentines Day John.
Well, at least they aren't stealing and eating the chickens...yet!
ReplyDeleteLove the snowdrops. Memo to self: purchase more to plant this season.
ReplyDeleteEgg thieves never learn. We had a german shepherd while I was growing up who adored them. They didn't seem to like her - but it didn't stop her.
George must have egged Mabel on.
ReplyDeleteSnowdrops are no news? Not to a geeky gardener they aren't. Neat shot of the church up through their sweet promise of life returning.
ReplyDeletePS That first line of mine - could be the begining of my memoirs :-)
PPS There is a ditty going round in my head about Uncle George and Aunty Mabel doing it on the breakfast table, but I can't remember all of it. A lewd old Morris dancer used to sing it - she came from Hayfield, which is close to Sheffield isn't it?
ReplyDeleteNice to meet you! We must be related, we love all the same things...gardening, feisty dogs and a good bottle of wine :D
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Not the bloody hens......
ReplyDeleteI haven't been by recently enough to keep track of the goings on. My error.
ReplyDeleteI'm impressed by all your efforts with the out of doors. But it's only bl**dy February, man; what are you thinking? Way too early for any serious garden work. (Well, it is in Canada — why not elsewhere?)
And Joanne is right: "Dirty old egg-sucking dog" is not a term of endearment.
THe snowdrops are so pretty!
ReplyDeleteAwesome snowdrops photos, John!
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