Now the April issue of the Bustle & Sew Magazine has been safely sent out to all my lovely subscribers, I have a little spare time – and so it’s time to begin preparations for our wedding wildflower garden at the front of Coombe Leigh …
Here’s my house – this picture was taken last February so there’s nothing to see in the garden at all (it was a cold, late spring last year). But this June there will be a garland of roses on the front door (possibly even a rose archway over the gate) and the flower beds will be filled with wild flowers – daisies, love in the mist, and lots more too. I don’t know exactly what as my friend Jacqui (Flapdoodledesigns) is a very keen and expert gardener who has taken charge of the project. At the moment she’s busy raising lots of baby seedlings to plant very soon indeed ….
And this is how Jacqui’s garden looked last summer …..
So I’m feeling very confident – at least for the front garden! We had hoped to have wildflowers at the back too – but – there’s a large black furry problem! Having watched everyone hard at work preparing the beds at the front earlier this week – young Miss Daisy decided to “help” too. She’s not allowed in the front – so obviously decided to make an extra effort in the back garden …..
Oh dear … I’m not sure that wild flowers will survive her efforts – we’ll have to think of something else. She looks so pleased and proud of herself though, it’s hard to be cross.
Following on from my last post – today I took the dogs to the vet’s for their booster shots, and then realised that tomorrow it will be exactly a year since I brought Miss Daisy home. A year since the house was peaceful and quiet … a year since sewing/knitting/sandwiches or anything at all really could safely be left unattended. Although she has improved a lot, de-stuffing my Coastguard’s Cottages draught excluder remains a favourite occupation. The cottage at the end has been re-stitched several times and is definitely suffering from subsidence!
I would like to be able to type that she has grown and changed from a silly little puppy into a mature sensible young dog. However I cannot. I am afraid that I must type that she has grown and changed from a silly little puppy into an even sillier and totally not mature young dog. But she is so sweet-natured and loving it’s hard to remain cross with her for very long, whatever her latest misdeed might be. So here is Daisy’s year in pictures ….
With her much loved big brother never too far from her side. Happy Anniversary Daisy – here’s to the next 12 months!
We had a lovely walk earlier this week, down to Batson Creek – a tidal inlet at the top of the estuary just across the water from Salcombe. It was a still and frosty morning and the water was completely flat (although not still, I watched the edge very carefully and could see the tide rising little by little)
So very peaceful now all the visitors have left, no more sound of outboard motors, children squealing and playing and general noise and activity. The summer months are full of life and activity, whilst in contrast, in the winter everywhere is quiet and deserted. This is especially true of Salcombe where a very large proportion of houses in the town are second homes or holiday lets that stand empty through the colder months. But the emptiness is great for the newfies who enjoy being free of my summertime anxiety about their upsetting nervous children and small dogs – sometimes just because they’re big and black!
Batson can be very muddy, there’s a steep path through National Trust woodland down to the creek, with a stream that has to be forded (or in Daisy’s case splash through once, turn around, dive through it a second time and finally run up and down it before leaping out and shaking wet fur – just as I am about to cross!). Dogs are supposed to be under control Miss Daisy!
But this time we didn’t see a single person on our walk so Daisy’s naughtiness didn’t matter. When we reached the creek the tide was coming in ….
So there just had to be swimming! (Them not me)
And afterwards back up the hill again to the car park. Love these seedheads – one day I WILL get around to stitching some!
At last … yesterday after nearly a week in bed I woke up feeling refreshed and restored … my usual self again. So to celebrate I thought I’d take my furry friends, who have been bewildered and distressed by my absence from their lives, down to the beach at Beesands. We haven’t been there for a while as Ben has been poorly too but, unlike me, he brought his difficulties entirely upon himself. He has always loved to collect large smooth round beach pebbles and bring them home with him, but recently he has taken to eating them too – something I wasn’t aware of until he began to experience – how shall I put it – output problems!! An X-ray showed 12 large stones travelling through his digestive system – but luckily for him a large dose of liquid paraffin cleared the blockage – this time at least! So while we were there I watched him like a hawk as Beesands is a mainly shingle beach – and made a little video of our trip too ….
The vet has recommended a basket muzzle to stop his pebble munching but I must admit I’m a bit reluctant to do this – he’d hate it – and I think it would make him look scary to other beach users. But if I can’t stop this habit any other way, then Master Benjamin will indeed be fitted for a muzzle. Watch out Ben – and be GOOD!