We are very fortunate to have a good bit of land around our house, we are not so fortunate to have the world's worst ride-on mower. This week, the battery died and there was no convincing it to help us tackle the wild grass and all varieties of wierd and wonderful weeds that had sprung up, honestly, in a matter of days. So, off Chris and I went to our local Garden Centre to a very nice man named Ray, who had had first hand experience with our mower, having done the first go-around for us thanks to our obliging landlords... Ray managed to give us a battery jump pack and a multitude of colour to bring back to our patio... here in lies the key to the title of this blog....
Not only did the new pots and plants get their fair share of mud, so did dear Jozy. Chris mowed, helped by the jump pack several times, and Jozy helped me pot plans in her own special way. I do believe a third of the compost bag may now be in her stomach and another third was fully caked into her coat by the end of the afternoon. However, her highlight of the day was eating the most delicate and beautiful flower we bought... it was potted in the centre of a large, wide circular trough, edged with smaller pretty flowers aimed at highlighting the extreme beauty of the centre....
I will give her credit for this - she has good taste, not in the literal sense of course but she has good taste in flowers... out of all the plants, of course it looked the most appealing... There was certainly a moment of shock, followed by disbelief, despair and then love washes over you and what can you really say? We love our puppy and all of life is more colourful with her than without... bath time was had and now, to our Chinese....
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