Still raining here in the Lowcountry. Gentle rain. Spotty rain. Drizzle. Downpour. If it involved water from heaven, we tried it all out today.
All in all, however, it was another lovely spring day. More and more flowers opening. Huge scarlet camellia blossoms drifting to the ground as the rain washed them free. It is the end of their many weeks of blooming now, and even as their glory wanes they paint lawns and fences with bright patches of soft color. Iris are in bloom. Dogwoods. Something new each and every day. Potted a new peony and a yellow rose today and planted sunflowers.
What I need is a lawn mower. Of course with the rain I can’t actually mow but by the time the rains end this weekend my grass will be knee deep. You could lose a small dog in there… fortunately I have big dogs…they can mow their own paths. Not that they necessarily will, big does not actually equal tough… case in point, our (not) very brave Pitbull, Red. Red is big, even for a pittie. Over 100 lbs and solid. He looks like a tough dog. Then we came home with the Christmas giraffe last night 😀
A friend gave us a 6 or 7 ft tall toy giraffe that lights up and has a scarf and Santa hat (they are moving and he just wouldn’t fit, lol) Reesie carried the giraffe to the screen porch not knowing the dogs were out for a run. Of course, she is shorter than the solid bottom half of the porch door and the giraffe much taller… all Red sees coming is the giraffe’s head. And he freaks! Barking and growling, and bouncing backwards like a Chihuahua seeing its first frog. By now we are laughing hysterically and the dog is having a meltdown as the giraffe peeks in one window after another. Red is retreating toward the house when Reesie opens the porch door and ‘walks’ the giraffe inside. We thought poor Red would have apoplexy! Hackles up and can’t find a big enough place for his strategic retreat and won’t turn and run cause heaven knows what might happen if he took his eyes off this strange alien creature.
Giraffe is now temporarily living behind Red’s favorite sleeping spot on the sofa. They have come to a wary truce, although periodically today he had to growl at the giraffe just to remind it who the brave dog guarding this house really is.