Bluebells and Snowdrops

A brilliant day - the weekend and both Mum and Dad around for almost the whole day. Sunny and breezy, so they both got all inspired to get cracking in the garden, and I was there to help. Every year they order another 100 snowdrops "in the green" for under the big James Grieves apple tree. The originals were wiped out by the chooks, when they had them a few years back. Chickens annihilate anything green that emerges through the soil (except Rose of Sharon and daffodils for some reason) and quickly reduced the inside of the chicken "paddock" to brown - either desert or mud depending on season.


This year, along with the snowdrops we also got some bluebells (from a reputable source, of course) and these, too, were to go into the mini-orchard (where the chooks were - now the JG above, but also greengage, damson, quince and (this year) a Black Wonder cherry from Brogdale. We also re-sowed the orchard with grass mix


Mum was up the top of the garden weeding, tidying and planting (and ...um.... picking up doggy gifts), Dad was down in the chicken run and then in the greenhouse sowing multifarious kinds of seeds. We dogs were scampering to and from making ourselves useful as follows

• Helping dig slits for snowdrops
• Rescuing snowdrops accidentally left in the slits by dad before he could tread down the soil again
• Dis-interring old beef bones we buried many moons ago, in case they were in the way.
• Biting the end of the hoe when it tried to make threatening noises against the stones in the soil
• Biting then end of the duckweed net.
• Biting the sharp end of the spade. You can't be too careful!
• Chasing blackbirds (You can't be too careful with them either)
• Duffing up Haggis when he tried to stop moving
• Shouting at the doozers in the building site out back
• Shouting at the street cleaning lorry clearing up the mud left by the doozers driving in and out of the building site
• Shouting at the thunder - that scared it. The cloud cruised right on by without raining on our parade
• Re-distributing empty flower pots. Seems unfair that the greenhouse gets them all
• Collecting mud and grime on fur, especially chin. Dad loves it when I nuzzle into his neck with my chin all wet and muddy
• Saying a quick "hello" to little Eve next door. She still doesn't beleive I type this all myself....

Have a great weekend

Deefer