Doggy walk this afternoon, meet Graham our gardener. He has recently turned 70 and he still spends hours keeping the church yard immaculate. We have a laugh and a joke, and a catch up with the village gossip whenever we meet. Poor Graham had a fall last week at his home, tripped on a step on his patio and smashed his teeth and cut his bottom lip, he had to have a lot of stitches. It looked very sore at the time and he could hardly speak, but it looks like it is healing up nicely. He'll be feeling a lot better once he gets his new teeth.
Remember the grave of the baby I talked about before? I saw his mother a couple of weeks ago for the first time, she told me she had had another baby. Today I see that extra flowers have been laid on the grave, it would have been Declan's third birthday on Friday. There are cards and little notes, a few more toys, and a lovely flower train with his name on. It still makes me cry when I see it.
I thought this single yellow flower looked pretty, underneath a tree.
I thought I had found a home for Tiger and Lilly today. I asked my friends friend, who was visiting her. The lady had been thinking about getting another cat, after one of hers had died, but she only wanted one. Never mind, but she might still be lucky because Sue has a six month old kitten who is ready to go next week. In the meantime I'll keep looking, there must be somebody.