And that’s me being nice about it.
Anything with a pretty face… I will tell you about her later. (I have put her up a tree)
He was looking a bit fragile today so I thought that we could go on a nice walk to see some flowers, he likes flowers.
That was his Lesser Celandine.
He says this next one takes his breath away.
I thought that was the smoking. (How can something be beautiful when it doesn’t even have big brown eyes?)
That one is his Common Field-speedwell and I am glad that I am not called a “Common” anything.
One more and then we will get down to business 🙂
This is the one that he is prone to put in his mouth. It is Coltsfoot.
“Everything is beautiful, in it’s own way… la..di..da..di..da,” except for this next one.
Now I like a drink as much as the next puppy (but I wouldn’t mind if you got me something a bit better than mud)
The thing is that I can hold my mud and I don’t go making a donkey of myself with every floozy who bats her eyelashes at me.
Okay I will tell you what happened.
She was leaning on a lamp post at the corner of the lane…
Oh me, Oh my…Cor Blimey! Ain’t you the pretty one.
So I was just wondering…..
How fast can you get up that tree?
Quite fast then.
Faster than me as it turned out.
Watch it Mate!
So all’s well that ends well. I just have to sit here now forever.