Monday, March 01, 2010
The garden and the jaguar
Paddy and I had a lovely walk this morning. The weather was beautiful, just as you would wish the first day of Spring to be. The sky was blue and cloudless, the air was still and the birds were singing their hearts out. In the distance across the valley, I could hear a woodpecker too. It's still very muddy underfoot, of course. The soil around here is largely clay and so holds moisture for ages. Given the weather we have had since the nonentity of a dismal summer, through autumn and on into the winter, it is not surprising that any walks need to be planned with military precision to avoid slipping and sliding in the mud, especially as Paddy has been known to turn into a turbo-charged canine rocket at the sight or smell of a rabbit or squirrel and the last thing I want is to be dragged horizontally through acres of mud.
The garden too is in a sorry state, which is not improved by the continued residence of the Jaguar. Yes, I know, we finally got rid of the Camero and now we have a Jag gracing what was optimistically known as the lawn. It arrived in late summer, 'just for a couple of weeks so that I can do it up and sell it', as Keith assured me. Needless to say, weeks turned into months and it's still here.
But today, Keith has been out to order a temperature sensor, which, allegedly, is going to be the miracle cure, or at least part of it, so maybe things are moving (in more than one sense of the word, I hope.)
Watch this space...
But don't hold your breath!