Thursday, September 17, 2009

Spring is springing

It's taken a while this year, but Spring is beginning to show its beauty in the garden. Now all I have to do is get rid of the weeds!! Too wet and muddy at the moment to even attempt it. My dad always used to tell me never to weed in muddy ground.

The ajuga makes a lovely blue splash wherever I need ground cover.



Such a pity the daffodils are finishing just as the bluebells are beginning. They look good together when I can get them flowering together - not this time.

This dainty little miniature violet is one of my favourites


The blossoms on this flowering crab apple are so delicate and beautiful


Thed camellias are nearly finished now. They copped a beating this year with the rain. Nice to be able to say that, though.

An early fuchsia - in a protected spot.

The birdbath always make a pretty spot .


And of course Ollie has to get into the act. He loves gardening with us. He digs enormous holes - usually where I have just pulled up a weed, or planted something. I am amazed that he is still in one piece, so closely does he get involved helping with digging and hoeing.

Liz from the garden

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Ollie again


Ollie
Originally uploaded by lulubelleliz
I accidentally deleted this from my blog and don't know how to get it back on the correct page.

Ollie

What would we do without our furry friends. Our two little Jackies give us so much love and devotion and all they ask in return is our love and the occasional game.

I say the 'occasional' game, but with Ollie it's one long non-stop game. He's the first pup we've actually had inside most of the time. Our earlier dogs were mainly outside dogs (by choice - they loved to hunt and roam all over the paddocks, but the roads are busier these days and we don't let the dogs out without us), but since Don has been retired, they spend a lot of their time inside keeping him company during the day .
At night Ollie claims me as his own and would happily chase a ball or anything I throw for as long as my throwing arm holds out. Have to say I can't resist those eyes and that cute face.

If there is no one around to play with him, he gets in to the most horrific mischief. On the occasions that Don has gone out, he has come home to find that Ollie has found something to amuse himself

balls of wool unwound all over the house

toys with stuffing ripped out of them

library books chewed up - the last one cost me $38 to replace

a bag of flour torn apart and spread all over the lounge floor

potatoes chewed up and spat out

soap packets torn open

a set of school assignments home for marking totally destroyed

bags of fabric strewn around and so on.

Now when we go out we Ollie-proof the house. All chairs and sofas are moved to the middle of the room, doors are locked and he is confined to the living area only. Everything is put away or placed totally out of reach. He is obviously paying us out for going off and leaving him alone with no one to play with except old Jeb. Jeb puts up with Ollie remarkably well and will play with him until he gets tired and then he lets Ollie know in no uncertain terms that he has 'had enough!'



Jeb is 14 now and likes to lie around and watch TV with Don. I guess we will have a life without Jeb soon enaough, but meantime we are enjoying the company of these two little lads.

Liz