Postcards From Sleepyville

I'm not going to apologize for today's post.
It's an observational slightly mundane amble which is just what I needed after working most of the weekend and last night at Samaratains.
It has been a somewhat full on few days.
A rarity for me
This happened this morning

I made Black Lentil Dal

Went to clean the Church and ended up photographing

The wedding flowers  from Saturday's ceremony

Animal helper Pat cleaned out her store cupboards and brought  a load of

Goodies for the birds

Miniature marshmallows was a first

I caught sight of the wife of the Red Faced Welsh Farmer in the perfectly manicured 

graveyard and we chatted for an age .

I told her I missed his pirate greetings

from the window of his passing red landrover

And she laughed like a drain.

It was good to see her

The graveyard looked lovely 

Almost every grave had flowers on it.

I had forgotten it was Father's Day on Sunda

" The Bastard ( the pugnacious cockerel who was dumped on me) has now settled down quite nicely

He is now a rather sweet little fellow

I have renamed him

Ronnie Corbett 

The  dogs played " Indian file" through the long grass

As I watered Bosoms and cleaned out the coop where the crackhead whores were massacred by the 

badger

One broody Sussex is sitting on eggs 

and will need a home when the chicks arrive 

The circle of life continues 

I've cut flowers for the house

And am just about to cut the lawn 

It's not yet midday

I am home