What Bunny Saw on a Sunday Afternoon

Wanna go for a walk, Bun?

Truffles?

Nah, toadstools!

Ah, down the well remembered lane.

Passing the frog pond.

Oh, oh! Rocky is not awake yet.

 See if they've got any crumpets.

Bugger! Nobody home.

Look who is . . . 

You coming?

You can turn the camera off now. I'm home.

The rain held off, the kilts were swinging and by 8 AM Scotland the Brave rang through the park. 

IT'S BLOODY BRIGADOON !

Look what's happening this weekend in our neck of the woods .

The grass has been groomed . . .

and the track raked . 

We're all hoping for a dry day. The Highland Games of 2011 and 2012 were cold and wet challenging even the 'true' Scots to stay till the final ceremonies. 

Our street is usually very quiet . . . 

but Saturday will be a different story. Photos of the Games to follow.

A wee story to keep you amused called Two Roads Diverged.

Time for tea?

Crumpets?

Hey! What's that?

Pht . . . nothin'.

Now, what was I thinking about?

Oh, yeah . . .

Okay. I'm kicking myself. Why am I so stupid about this blog business? This is the THIRD attempt today to publish. If it is 'lost' again, I'll need to take a break . . . maybe for a few years like before.

Anyway, having changed the header, colours and fonts, I wanted to see if I could include a few photos. So, here is a bit of nature, knitting and the dog. Of course, they don't appear in the order I want. Silly me. Did I think they would?

Well, I've been back from my yoga retreat in Italy for a little over a week now and I'm ready for another adventure. I love my home and my dog . . . and of course my hubby, but I guess it must be the Sagittarian in me that makes me seek other horizons. Anyway, Florence, Siena and Rome each had its own charm and are certainly places to return to, but I think Tuscany is a little over rated. It was a welcomed respite for the yoga retreat, but it is not all that dissimilar to cottage country in Ontario - forests, hills, dusty back roads. I guess I should acknowledge the Tuscan farmhouses for their beauty and quaintness, however, agrotourism is a bit of a sell job.

So, of course, my two (!) batteries went dead on the third day in Italy and I didn't have a Euro charger.

Upon my return home I found the morning doves' nest had been raided, but a robin had laid eggs in a nest near the back door and is raising three babies there. They're at the stage where their eyes are opening and they flap their wings when a parent approaches. It takes a lot not to get a ladder and go and give them kisses. I think they probably have another 5-7 days in the nest.

I'm back to playing around with getting pictures on this blog, so here's hoping . . .

Well, the camera has downloaded its photos to the computer, but I can't yet get any of them to the blog. My most immediate concern is to disconnect the memory card reader from the computer because no icon came up before. Oh, woe. I'll keep trying.