The hound has loved the snow and having everyone out, playing in the white stuff with her. The chill gets under her fur, sending her mad. Leaving her no choice but to race around.
Sometimes she burrows her nose deep down into the snow. Only she knows what draws her to that precise spot. Although at breakfast yesterday, I spotted a head peep up through a pristine patch of snow in the garden. A mouse. It checked twice before disappearing down again, out of sight. Maybe the hound knows where the snow tunnels go. Reminds me of the Brambly Hedge stories.
Photo credit to my eldest teen, who grabbed my camera as she went outside. It’s always a delight to find photos on my memory card that are a complete surprise to me. Taking photos of a dog, with such a long snout, can be challenging. I think she’s done well.
I have a crafting wish list. The crafts that I’d love to try. Stained glass is high up there. I’ll start small. Maybe a sun-catcher. Building up to a bigger piece. Maybe.
These wings are in the garden at the Bishop’s Palace, Wells, from our trip this week to see the Dragon Lair.
The poppies have been a big success in our garden this year. A few, galiant stragglers, but most are now seedheads. I love to see the transformation. As they lose their petals and dry, the pepperpot holes are pulled open. Perfect for the featherweight seeds to escape and scatter.
I’m hopeful that there’ll be even more next year. In different parts of our garden too. The best way to ensure this dream? Present the seedheads to the youngest member of the family and leave him to do the rest.