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Pale Vermillion
Aug. 27th, 2011 09:10 pmMy mother called in this morning. 'You remember the other night when John and I had dinner here?' Yes, I remember Wednesday. 'On the way out we saw an owl sitting on your garage roof.'
An owl! I love owls. Why didn't they come in and tell me? 'Well, you know, it might have flown away before we got in.' It might not have. 'And it was cold.' Pause. 'And I didn't think of it. But look out tonight, it might come back.' I don't like the chances.
Coming home this morning after being out and about, I saw Brian Next Door mowing his lawn. Then I realised that he had also done my nature strip (=median strip/grass verge/strip of grass between the fence and the road), which was nice of him. I thanked and asked what all the hammering has been on his side of the fence recently. 'Come and see,' he said, so I went and saw. And what I saw was a freestanding hothouse, already half-filled with trays of seedlings and a cutting box. It looked very professional, which isn't surprising given that he's the head gardener at the local racecourse.
Anyway, while I was making the appropriate 'gosh, that's brilliant' noises, one of the kids let their Jack Russell terrier, Chester, out and he made a beeline for me. 'You've made his day coming round here,' said Brian. 'He always runs to the fence when he hears you outside.' My canine admirer.
An owl! I love owls. Why didn't they come in and tell me? 'Well, you know, it might have flown away before we got in.' It might not have. 'And it was cold.' Pause. 'And I didn't think of it. But look out tonight, it might come back.' I don't like the chances.
Coming home this morning after being out and about, I saw Brian Next Door mowing his lawn. Then I realised that he had also done my nature strip (=median strip/grass verge/strip of grass between the fence and the road), which was nice of him. I thanked and asked what all the hammering has been on his side of the fence recently. 'Come and see,' he said, so I went and saw. And what I saw was a freestanding hothouse, already half-filled with trays of seedlings and a cutting box. It looked very professional, which isn't surprising given that he's the head gardener at the local racecourse.
Anyway, while I was making the appropriate 'gosh, that's brilliant' noises, one of the kids let their Jack Russell terrier, Chester, out and he made a beeline for me. 'You've made his day coming round here,' said Brian. 'He always runs to the fence when he hears you outside.' My canine admirer.