Comes the summer
And the first rose of the season is the lovely Cymbeline:



A fragrant David Austin Rose that is thriving despite being Eddie's first piddling place when he exits the house at Warp 10 first thing each morning, with no regard for the limbs of the person foolish enough to open the door for him.

Speaking of Eddie,





here he lies before the window, while through the window is a native duck:



inspecting our pond improvements



We decided it would be more attractive to look through the window and see water rather than dry, sandy, brown earth.



So the lower shallow beachy level that feeds into the dry stream is slowly being dug into a pool capable of holding water and goldfish.



Water features are soothing things. (L disagrees. After a week of hoofing and hacking away at the concrete consistency clay to deepen the pool, he's not feeling soothed. Stiff and achey and possessed of twinges in places he'd forgotten he owned, and far from soothed.)

(Heh.)