Pears are best
Aristotle and I are in agreement and pears are best. We have already picked the pears at the low levels on the tree and couldn’t reach the ones that are still there. Then yesterday when Mum was mowing the grass she bumped into one of the branches and some of the pears fell off. You have never seen us move so quickly to hoover up the ones that were on the ground. We’d managed to eat two each before Mum stopped the mower and came back to pick the others up. Apparently we have to leave those for Dad, which frankly is a shame. Maybe we think they are best as they are not as plentiful in the garden as the apples and we’ve just started taking the apples for granted.
Lemon trees
Meanwhile, the lemon trees have officially moved indoors for the winter. Mum brought them in on Saturday and they now have the prime window spot in the garden room. Our bed had to move for them to stand there, but I’m not bitter. The rate the lemons are growing I am not completely sure how they will every be moved outdoors again, but that’s a problem for next spring if Mum doesn’t kill them in the meantime.
Feeling like a local
We went on the circular walk around the village yesterday and I have to say I am at last really feeling like a local. I said hello to a number of dogs I’ve met before and others that I hadn’t seen. Then there was a puppy who hasn’t lived here very long and was very excited to meet me. That made me feel as though I was an old paw at village life, which was nice in an odd way. I was even good and remembered to poo right next to the bin to make it easy for Mum to dispose of and not have to carry with us.
We’re up to 15.67 of our 50 mile challenge, so it’s not going too badly. Of course, there was a lot of time in the garden too and I had quite a good run around with Aristotle, so I’ve done rather more than that in total.
Love
Wilma