It's good to get out

This morning I unloaded the four bags of gravel from my car. They are too heavy for me to pick them up. I cut the plastic bags open and shoveled it out into a bucket with a trowel, bit by bit. 

What a relief to be able to go out for a walk today. A gentle breeze kept me cool. I had a chat with an elderly couple who were watering the plants in their front garden. I often stop and speak to them if they are out. They have a Jack Russell dog, a bit bigger than Billy. By a strange coincidence they were telling me about a sore lump that appeared on it's bottom in exactly the same place as Billy had one. They took it to the vet and was given some anti biotics which has cleared it up. It must be a common thing with that breed of dog. 

I don't know what these flowers are called, weeds I think. There is a whole field of them. 

It's gone quite dark, is there is a storm brewing. It looks black over Bills mothers, as my mum used to say. Luckily it didn't rain. Let's hope it comes when we are all in bed tonight. 

Is the weather back to normal now. Let's hope so. I see the race is down to two horses now. Not much between them really. Might as well toss a coin. 

Thanks for popping in. We'll catch up soon. Toodle pip.   ilona