The end of the Path

At the garden center today we both honed in on a concrete cat, I talked to one of the girls there who distracted Karen while I bought it and placed it on the passenger seat of the car. Karen opened the car door and jumped a mile.

I think she may have thought it was a raccoon.

We spent an hour today extending a short path in the garden to the area where we buried Bill, placed our little marker there, something to stir up all those memories of the little guy amongst the daffodils and the lupins.

It was nine weeks ago today.

The April Bed 2012

A week or so has gone by and we have planted the new bed, here it is, almost fully mulched today.

As usual, there are more weeds to eradicate, and those pesky dandelions, which we try and leave for the bees until they decide to become little seed explosion thingamajigs.

The Blackfish was almost our second home last week, Thursday afternoon, Friday lunch with the paddle club and Sunday evening when the hockey game was on. The management have started giving away little tempting bar treats which are difficult to resist.

It looks like we may have trouble shedding those winter pounds...

Ben

This guy is still a little soldier, he's quite thin nowadays and actually is starting to look a lot like his brother. Absolutely stone deaf, he can maybe "hear" us coming through vibration or high pitched noises, but most of the time he is surprised to see us.

 

Making our Bed

April has been a feature packed month, things have picked up with the paddle club and the garden so it's time to destroy our joints once again. Late last year we planted a few things by the fire hydrant, just to remind us to do something with it this year. So, a morning was spent collecting rocks up on Reed Road (the council have dug the culverts) and clear some grass for one of the 2012 projects.

Reliable Pair

A buddy of mine, Jim Collins, had a pair of boots that I admired, they were made by Sorel, so in 1993 I bought a pair, and here they still are, 19 years later. In addition, another buddy of mine, Graeme Wright, taught me how to look after a lawn mower, and here it is. I bought this mower in May 2000 and it is still chugging away almost a dozen years later.