Bramble Bashing

[bunn]

Today we pulled up and burned a great number of brambles. But, crucially, smaller brambles and fewer of them than last year. It doesn't seem to be possible to completely remove them from our stony soil and mature trees, but I feel we are beating them down.

The plum woodlet is now entirely bramble-free, so we should be able to see the ramsons and bluebells. The fruit area still needs doing, but I don't think that is too bad, having been cleared several times now.

There was almost a disaster, as Next Door but One cat Stumpy came to see what we were up to, and Az was there, keeping us company. Az has never shown any interest in chasing any of our cats, but for some reason he has appointed himself Stumpy's Nemesis, and chases him relentlessly when he gets the chance. Luckily he thought the mewing was one of our cats, and I managed to grab his collar before he saw that it wasn't.

Mollydog seems to enjoy gardening sessions much more now Az is with us: they spent a fair bit of time chasing each other round the garden. This made a welcome change from Mollydog's previous habit of wingeing constantly about the coldness of the environment, the lack of carpets and television, and the general extreme boringness of gardening from the greyhound perspective.

Comments

[helflaed.livejournal.com]

She's a greyhound- what else do you expect!

[bunn.livejournal.com]

The oddest thing is that Az doesn't have any of these greyhoundy traits. He will sit on the floor, he doesn't scream like Veruca Salt... He may look like a greyhound, but inside he's a bit of a collie, I reckon.