We are dog sitting for the weekend. Clover is her name. They are a team.
Lots of equipment arrived on Friday. Tim is digging out and laying the foundation for our terrace and a stone walkway to the garage.
You have to close your eyes and imagine flagstone. And because we had all this big equipment on site – Tim removed the two overgrown shrubs from the front garden bed. We had tried cutting them back with ambiguous results. In the end the choice was to say goodbye.
Where the Shrubs Were
Looks like date night for Scout and Clover.
Clover. What a perfect name.
Wasn’t there a story about a cow named Clover? Or was that Buttercup?