Waiting For The Rain ( and for the Royal baby)

 The thunderstorms that we have been promised, have not arrived as yet, and the garden flowers are hanging on in there without a proper drink so to speak. Tonight I have cut more blooms  from the rose bushes and borders and have filled the cottage with colour. It's been a white heat sort of hazy day, and too hot to stick,to one job outside for too long.
We need the rain
The dogs are on predator watch as we speak. I caught a young fox peeping into the field from the pond around 3 pm. The Indian runners legged it to the safety of the field gate  and when I brought the terriers back to guard the poultry, the birds crowded around them like groupies.
It's funny they know that the dogs mean safety
Especially as I always think that the welsh terriers have typical fox colouring
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Auntie Gladys popped down earlier ( a bag of scones were tied to the front door) she has spent the last couple of afternoons sunbathing in her own front door, and was asleep when I passed.
The village looks dry and parched
The thunderstorms, when they come , are going to be most welcome
Chris is working away all week.
I vaguely wonder if the woman with the cheap shoes had a crap day
I hope she did

Ha