Monday, April 3, 2017

Big Yellow Egg

We've had unbelievably nice weather this weekend. Dave spent both days in the garden, converting the area around our roses into a full-fledged flower bed. He removed the grass and planted lots of new plants. (At my insistence, he worked around the blue forget-me-nots and the purple grape hyacinths, both of which are going gangbusters now.)

I stayed on the couch all day Saturday, trying to avoid this cold, but it caught up with me anyway. (It's not very severe -- just a bit of throat discomfort and fatigue.) I got lots of reading done, catching up on my New Yorkers and finishing "Where I Was From," by Joan Didion, her memoir of growing up as a Californian.

Yesterday I took Olga to the Heath, and we brought along her Jolly Egg, which I rediscovered while clearing out the garden shed a few weeks back. She hadn't played with it in ages but she got very excited when it first came out -- so excited, in fact, that I had to take it away from her for fear she'd roll it over Dave's new plants. The Heath is definitely a better place to play with the egg than the back garden.

(OK, that film won't win any Oscars, but let me just say it's incredibly hard to make a video while trying to wrestle a big plastic egg away from a 40-pound staffy.)

Olga's method of playing with it basically involves standing over it and barking. She can't propel it too well herself because it's so large, but loves chasing it when it's been kicked or thrown. She's a footballer at heart!

In the evenings, Dave and I have moved on to "Mad Men," which somehow we've never seen. It's finally available on Netflix here, and I love it so far!

(Photo: Parliament Hill, yesterday.)


  1. That toy looks like fun! I hope you feel better soon...

  2. That toy looks like fun! I hope you feel better soon...

  3. OK, you guys are starting to freak me out.

  4. hard to play with it when she can't get her mouth around it. I was wondering why y'all hadn't already made a garden around those roses, let them grow out of the grass. there had to have been a garden around them once.

  5. I loved seeing Olga playing and hearing her bark again! I'm not exactly sure how she manages to carry that thing around or do you have to carry it? It also looks like a very pretty day in London!

  6. It never really occurred to me before seeing this -- dogs use their mouths like we use our hands with our opposable thumbs ... it must be frustrating to not be able to pick that up! You need to crochet a handle for that thing, Steve :) (or rig up one with twine, c'mon, you can do it - ha ha) I love how she stands with one foot on the egg at the end.

    And now I have Big Yellow Taxi going through my head - but that's a good thing!

  7. Fantastic photo of your spring weather.