Now that the dust has settled, we’re back to doing the things we love to do…working in the gardens, taking care of the girls, designing, stitching and sewing for me and reading, listening to music and chilling for Mr. Painted Quilt…
and counting the days until our new Westie puppy arrives!
I don’t know which one but he’s one of the furbabies in the picture above.
I can’t believe it! Just this afternoon we received confirmation and pictures from the breeder that all the pups have made it past the two week crisis period and are doing fine…
and one of the males has been reserved for us!
Now we have to wait until mid August because they have to be at least 8 weeks old before we can bring him home. We’re thrilled beyond belief!
Mr. PQ and I started working in the new flower beds around 10 a.m. and finally called it quits at 1:15 p.m. It took us all that time to edge, plant a few blue hydrangeas that our neighbor gave us and spread and level some mulch. We’ll probably tackle the other bed on Monday and then that’ll be it for this year.
The flowering dogwood is in full bloom. It is absolutely gorgeous and the photo does not do it justice.
The fragrance from the rose garden is intoxicating.
And would you have a look at the girls! They have grown by leaps and bounds and absolutely love their new home in the coop.
Look at these two hanging out on top of their feed dish…
and the other two hunting bugs in the corner. There isn’t a fly or bug to be found in their coop because they snatch them up in an instant.
One day this weekend we will open the doors and allow them to go outdoors to free range. From everything that we’ve read and been told, they will find their own way back to their food and water inside the coop.
We’ll be keeping our fingers crossed!
The much-needed rain that fell while we were away made a big difference in our little kitchen garden. Everything doubled in size almost overnight and we’ll probably be eating our own lettuce in another three or four days.
Tomorrow is market day, my favorite day of the week.
You’ll know where I’ll be, bright and early.