The weather will change soon. Generally, in Nova Scotia, if the weather is not stellar, wait a moment because it will change. Sadly, the reverse is also a given. This week, there has been far too much stability. Cold and damp is not June weather. The forecast is promising so we live in hope. In spite of the cold, Our Ken gardens. The thoughtful Vesey's sent him not only his bulb and root order but also a few spares they had kicking around. Columbine, anemones and Black Eyed Susans will have room in the ever expanding gardens. The rhododendron is bravely blooming through the mist and showers; the forget-me-nots remain and appear to spread overnight; lilacs are finishing as is honeysuckle and peonies have begun their lovely show. The roses are considering their display and the chestnut tree is candle-laden. The vegetable gardens are planted and the lettuce is lovely - even if it did take it a year to show its' lovely leaves. Thinking back a few days ago to the necessity for a new trimmer, Lee intercepted a phone call advising that the piece of equipment that had been replaced with such alacrity has now been repaired and is 'as good as new'. Hmmm Recovery from the dental ordeal is painstaking. To say that everything moved a bit slower is an understatement. Fortunately, Our Ken's list included research - check.
The kennel is just fine. The dogs are not enjoying the weather and request limited spins in the exercise yards. They have ordered boots and slickers in varying hues. A large parcel should arrive any time. Sarah has asked for camouflage; Trebia would like a speedy red and has requested a matching set be provided for her boyfriend's visits; Scooter found a bodysuit to ensure her ball games are not slowed by flapping cloth. Clint decided on tweed to match his demeanor and snuck in a request for a pipe and matching fedora; Gabe is visiting the kennel to allow for a bit of sleep after 5 a m - he has decried the need for apparel, although consideration was given to a cape with a large "G". They are an interesting crew.
The house dogs gathered around the stove in the den, pulled out all of the dog beds and snoozed. Only Marilla was undaunted, splashing in puddles and enjoying the lovely Marilla-prints that were able to be planted on floors and people in equal measure. Patti had a few games of throw the favourite toy, returning it to her lair under the trees when the game ended. Patti's toys are Patti's toys - she has always had only-child syndrome. Billy had a series of 'Silly Billy' moments, tossing anything that could be airborne into the air and attempting to do the same with a large Airedale dog bed. That challenge was a little much but did provide several minutes of hilarity - this is Our Ken's dog, remember. Einstein spent the day successfully hunting socks and announcing each conquest after it was wrangled down the stairs. The nursery is well. All eyes are now open, each puppy is gaining nicely and enjoying the formula on offer. The mobility is astonishing - in direct proportion to the ability to see. Learning to use the legs is a challenge - there are four of them, after all, and one always seems to want to go in a direction different from the other three. Forward momentum is not always gained although determination is the name of the game. Noses are pointed in a direction, legs are positioned, three move forward and one holds steady - that rudder is the problem, all right. Moving it often occasions a plop to the floor, only to start again. This walking stuff is hard work.
Dinner was lovely haddock from Our Ken's fish mongers. New asparagus, potatoes and bread pudding rounded out the meal. The squash that was prepared and forgotten will be fine for Ken and Chantelle later in the week. Lee is packing for a Board meeting in Toronto so the blog will interrupt until the first of next week.
The kennel is just fine. The dogs are not enjoying the weather and request limited spins in the exercise yards. They have ordered boots and slickers in varying hues. A large parcel should arrive any time. Sarah has asked for camouflage; Trebia would like a speedy red and has requested a matching set be provided for her boyfriend's visits; Scooter found a bodysuit to ensure her ball games are not slowed by flapping cloth. Clint decided on tweed to match his demeanor and snuck in a request for a pipe and matching fedora; Gabe is visiting the kennel to allow for a bit of sleep after 5 a m - he has decried the need for apparel, although consideration was given to a cape with a large "G". They are an interesting crew.
The house dogs gathered around the stove in the den, pulled out all of the dog beds and snoozed. Only Marilla was undaunted, splashing in puddles and enjoying the lovely Marilla-prints that were able to be planted on floors and people in equal measure. Patti had a few games of throw the favourite toy, returning it to her lair under the trees when the game ended. Patti's toys are Patti's toys - she has always had only-child syndrome. Billy had a series of 'Silly Billy' moments, tossing anything that could be airborne into the air and attempting to do the same with a large Airedale dog bed. That challenge was a little much but did provide several minutes of hilarity - this is Our Ken's dog, remember. Einstein spent the day successfully hunting socks and announcing each conquest after it was wrangled down the stairs. The nursery is well. All eyes are now open, each puppy is gaining nicely and enjoying the formula on offer. The mobility is astonishing - in direct proportion to the ability to see. Learning to use the legs is a challenge - there are four of them, after all, and one always seems to want to go in a direction different from the other three. Forward momentum is not always gained although determination is the name of the game. Noses are pointed in a direction, legs are positioned, three move forward and one holds steady - that rudder is the problem, all right. Moving it often occasions a plop to the floor, only to start again. This walking stuff is hard work.
Dinner was lovely haddock from Our Ken's fish mongers. New asparagus, potatoes and bread pudding rounded out the meal. The squash that was prepared and forgotten will be fine for Ken and Chantelle later in the week. Lee is packing for a Board meeting in Toronto so the blog will interrupt until the first of next week.
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