No words necessary here, except to say that the puppy picture is not good. I didn't want to take more because I didn't know the dog and felt she needed to be at peace with her pups. They were only five days old, after all.
I don't remember her name, but she was a beautiful dog and the first Saluki I met in my life.
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What's an English garden without a ginger cat? I met two actually, both boys. There were also two girls, not ginger, but they were not at home. Or hiding somewhere, perhaps, as cats are wont to do.
The garden went on and on and was ever changing. This is my favorite picture, California poppies in a field, a white fence with rolling green hills in the background.