The splendid display from the Snowdrops this year is waning but they have handed the Spring 4x400 baton cleanly over to the Daffs who are freshly bulbed up and ready to put on a turn of speed in the second leg.
We didn't get much done in the garden last year due to having left work and having less time on our hands (there's no sterner taskmaster than the self-employed) so as we are closing off the year and Mrs Rine's up North on Nana duties I've been toiling arduously in the garden. I've built a raised bed to try our hand at some vegetables, beaten back the wall of undergrowth which has accumulated elsewhere and relaid a gravel drive (which has also "beaten back").
As you can see, this sweat and toil was overseen by two not-very-helpful canines who sat and watched, Lil with wonder and Oz with suspicion. He keeps giving knowing looks towards the vegetable plot and then suspicious glances towards Mrs Rine's empty chair - I just imagine he's been filling Lily's head with dark theories. "You just wait - if he's on a tearful Police TV appeal urging anyone with knowledge of Mrs Rine's whereabouts to get in touch, I shall be queueing up to point them at that new vegetable patch".
He's sometimes too clever for his own good that Tibetan.