Silence reigns here in the region on Sundays. And I don’t need to shatter it with the sound of my strimmer roaring into life.
So instead I focus on quiet persuits.
Especially as I was gradually hemming in Artur who found his spacious snoozing spot getting smaller and smaller as I worked.
He was in a cuddling mood which never ceases to please me. And not just for tick grooming.
I have almost sixty new ones. They are potted on and will spend a few weeks growing stronger before I launch them at the potting shed terrace bank outside.
Every now and then I wandered out to the steep bank and weeded and mulched another terrace. And Artur dutifully followed me out to supervise and demand attention. And over the fence were the horses. I was positively surrounded by four legged life demanding my attention.
With the horses it’s pure cupboard love. I feed them apples. It’s a ruse to get them to leave me manure in an easily accessible spot. Right near the boundary electric fence. Gardeners; we can be devious.