Today is Special because the bluebells are out

I was driving towards Marlow on a familiar route and then found myself gasping as I saw a mass of blue in the woods that are normally brown. It really was a carpet. I couldn't see where it ended.

In true Wm. Henry Davies style, based on his poem "Leisure", I stood and stared...

"... What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare..."

Bingley fluff - A day in the life of...

A single gathering from Mrs H's black tights...(just to get the day going)

horizontal display

Bing models fluff to die for...

vertical display

... so let us go together on a little tour of where Bingley fluff travels...

... corner fluff

...towel fluff

... always Bing's personal favourite - black work clothing fluff (Mrs H's - he he)

... printer fluff

OK, so it is Bing's bed

... Crochet bed fluff

... shoe fluff

... a fluffy breakfast

... rug fluff

... and then SHE realised...

Birdie nest fluff!

(and perhaps you thought I, big fluffy Bing, did not care about the birdies...?!

how wrong you are...)

Thursday in the garden ~ blossoming together

Bing

This is me in the apple tree amongst the Spring blossoms.

I am proud to be broadcasting to you all from upon high!

... thought I would do a little flexing to show off my marvelous agility

(Mrs H and Darcy below, were naturally marvelling too - I even marvel at myself)

Mrs H asked me to guide you around our garden to check out the other blossom and Spring colour (this is a partial follow-up to the wonderful post by Alfie Marshall and his pack last Thursday, only Mrs H hasn't yet had the chance to walk 'around the block' beyond our garden with her camera - but will)

Cherry tree blossom

... a multi-tude (this is a special Haven term used when unable to name everything!)

Darcy is NO help with garden tours whatsoever and shouldn't even feature in this post (but he insisted)!

... this is one of my favourite spots ...

... birdie bath planting ...

... every garden should have a water feature, doing garden tours is afterall thirsty work...

... eh? still here?.. I am afraid this tour is now OVER. 

I have to get on with my other garden duties

- birdie snoopervising!

Goodbye, and see you next time!

Thursday in the garden - cat meets chicken

Here we have a little story about two cats, a chicken and a garden.

Madame Hen

We had a car journey down to Somerset.

Darcy eyeballs Madame Hen
When we arrived we were introduced to something remarkable, something we have NEVER seen before.

We stared at IT from inside, and then after some loud MEOWING, we were realeased!... we rolled and ...

...then stalked...

we loved the look of this HUGE birdie ...

... everywhere smelt different and we could even smell other .... C-A-T-S

Hen with bottom up, left of statue

Darcy loved BIG birdie most ...

Bing watching Hen top right

Hen far right

Bing checks out BIG birdie from the safety of cover... (well you never know!)

Madame Hen is 10 years old and in full charge of her garden. She sleeps in the greenhouse...

No one messes with Madame Hen. Not snail, wasp, dog, OR CAT.

Note: No cat or birdie was hurt in the making of this post.

all that glitters....

As she chose to do it in the kitchen, it must taste good!

Bing

Darcy and me were on hand to help with the evaluation of flavours.

Darcy egged on by Bing

We managed this most successfully and found it great FUN (aided by Mrs H putting us down from the table, only so we could repeatedly JUMP right back up!).

Darcy made some beautiful green paw prints over the microwave and I gulped some and had a green beard thingy!

Mrs H was surprisingly unappreciative and carted me off and actually cut away bits of my green furry beard thingy - how provoking she can be.

painted jewelry tree (...minus Darcy and Bingley ... for the time being!)

in celebration of the outstretched paw