I’m sat out on the front porch with the two dogs. Genghis is of course on a lead because he can’t be trusted, but Quince is a good dog and is frolicking around the nearest thing we have to a lawn and throwing his chewy up into the air. He’s also being a little bit mean and baiting Genghis who can’t quite get to him.
Our neighbours across the road have still got their immobile car parked opposite our driveway and much to our dismay we’ve not seen them touch it since the tow truck deposited it there. At one point it was covered in an awning, but that barely lasted a day and seems to have been replaced with someone’s discarded underwear.
The garden isn’t exactly looking resplendent and would never make it onto Gardener’s World, but most of the plants seen happy and seem to be doing well. The marigolds and those little white flowers that Dad bought us are looking great blossoming at the front next to the mail box and my buddleia bushes are looking healthy. One of them is really thriving and getting quite big.
That freebie plant Mum discovered hiding beneath one of the plants that we bought while she was here is also doing really well and is currently in bloom. It turned out to be a really pretty plant with three delicious orange petalled flowers sprouting from a single spiky leafed stem.
Anyway, we were just sat here enjoying the breeze as it’s rather hot and stuffy inside the house, when a teenager carrying a ball came walking down the road towards us.
Genghis spotted him first and began to bark alerting Quincy to the potential intruder. Quince, of course, got excited and went to investigate.
Meanwhile the boy freaked a tad and took off running. He raced up to the neighbours dead car, performed quite an impressive flying leap and landed on the roof. He remained perched there for a while even though I’d already called Quincy back from the edge of the yard and, Quincy being the good dog that he is, had come trotting back to me.