My all-time favourite flower! Bright fresh daffs still make me gasp sometimes. They're so defiant, and so yellow! They remind me of my childhood in North Wales where I saw great swathes of them in gardens, hedgerows and woodland. Whenever I pass a group of daffs I always want to go over and stand any up that look like they're flagging - they're such a proud flower.
If I could knit a daff that looked half as good as the real thing I would start now.
Moving out of our garden into the splendid town of Royal Tunbridge Wells, there's a different sort of flower...
Petal, the giraffe! Petal has been outside the art shop in TW for as long as I can remember. She wears wellies in bad weather and only pink spotty ones will do for her!
Other shops have their own livestock...giant robbins are essential for some.
We came across the real thing though, finding this 'baby' on the road outside ToadRockStreet one early morning. We had to pick him up to move him out of harm's way (cats and cars mostly) as he was sitting there in a pothole looking a little stunned. He wasn't damaged in any way, wings and legs fine, just a bit woozy. We put him in the greenhouse with some seed and some water. Two of the panels in the roof of the greenhouse had been blown out (what a surprise) so luckily his agitated vocal father could sit in the tree above and watch over him.
We both went to work and thought about him often during the day - would he be gone when we got back, would he be alive but not able to fly? It was the first thing we did when we got in; we searched the greenhouse for him, inside flower pots and behind compost bags, but he was nowhere to be seen. We like to think he's flapping around out there now. Maybe he'll have his own babies one day...
Further afield, we stopped off at Sissinghurst Castle which isn't really a castle. Although it was closed, we had a good rummage around the grounds and it was quite lovely, but very chilly.
In fact, it was chilly enough for me to wear my Warthog Cowl (which I've been told is really a snood) and boy, was it cosy!
Of course, that's not me wearing it! I'm just a bit shy on camera so used my phrenology head as a model.
Back home the Cow'n'Wolf got cozy and started the food stare...the stare that tugs at my heartstrings. The stare that says, 'I have never eaten anything ever in my life, remember you had to rescue me, I love you loads at the moment and I know you won't let me down, just go to the cupboard in the kitchen - you know the one - and get a couple of those nice chew things, just a couple, it's only a snack...go on...I'll just wait here in front of this nice warm fire...'
So, we went into the kitchen and cooked pie instead...and felt really, really guilty.
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