Boots for walking, wellies for mud, thick socks, warm clothes to lounge about in, all brushed cotton (or winceyette as once it was known) - at the ready.
New gardening gloves (when will I learn to wash the mud off before putting them aside?) This weekend would be the 2009 season's opening of the ecohouse.
It's snowing.
Quite possibly there could be wolves. Yes there could. Something has eaten all the lines of irises.
Iris-eating wolves
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Never mind the wolves. I never saw them, only their footprints. And the irises were dug up and eaten by the hedgehogs, just as we were told they would, and hedgehogs look very pretty and lovely anyway.
What I mind and object to are boars, who dug up and devastated the lavatera bushes, eating their roots and bark thus killing them. The pigs. Next time the hunters deliver our cut of the boar catch I won't hear any compassionate objection.
Very jealous city girls enjoying the musings of a country life. Keep it coming. Pictures are delightful. Girls are waiting for the first photo of Liz and Phil.
That's a sweet picture!
I'm scared of hedgehogs, I'd rather face iris-eating wolves.
Though I'm indignant that they would presume to eat yours.
There were lines and lines of them Calfy, irises that is.
If it wasn't the wolves I suspect the Florentines. They have a notoriously inexhaustible appetite for irises - make tinctures, scents, linaments, everything from irises. That's what that slightly spicy, slightly flat, infinitely rinascimento smell is everywhere in Florence (except for the drains when the weather changes, that's not irises).
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