Here's where the devil dogs wound up in our kitchen -- perched on a tiny ledge next to the window. When I put them up, Dave said, "Where did you get those?!" I said, "Don't you read my blog?" (Answer: No.)
And here's the plaque I picked up the same day in Jacksonville featuring a red-headed woodpecker. Obviously handmade, I suspect it's someone's craft project from summer camp or wood shop or something like that. It fits in nicely with our needlepoint wall. There's no obvious name or date on it.
Our garden saga has taken another turn. I wrote the gardeners yesterday and asked them to make another pass at the front garden, and surprisingly, they agreed. They're supposed to come back this morning. I'm going to work as usual; I'm going to leave the situation in their hands. I made it clear we need a harder prune than we got the first time around and included photos of some of the problem areas. Hopefully this will placate Mother Russia, who will no doubt be peering down from her upstairs window.
I slept well last night, thank goodness. Maybe my jet-lag is on the wane.
I really like the carved plaque, and the subtle colours used. The devil dogs, meh.
ReplyDeleteOlga's expression tells me she is pleased with the offering, but really? Only one?
The Devil Dogs are Cute... and none of the Family and very few folks I know in Real Life read my Blog either. Mebbe that's not a bad thing... *winks*
ReplyDeleteShrimp! Lucky Olga. You found the perfect spot for the devil dogs.
ReplyDeleteThe plaque does seem to go well in its place there on what I can see of the art wall.
ReplyDeleteThose devil dogs will be watching your every move now in your kitchen.
Perfect spot for the red dogs. Has Olga had a prawn before? My rescue dog ( 7 weeks now!) wouldn't look at any veg or fruit that was offered when he first arrived, but now happily scoffs anything that I give him! Just need to stop all the yapping now!
ReplyDeleteOh-oh! I rather suspect that when you come home, the front garden will have been obliterated. Mother Russia will have been out to the gardeners, instructing them to treat it like Mariupol.
ReplyDeleteDave is a man after my own heart. I was immediately impressed that Olga could use chopsticks and then immediately concerned that you were sharing those with her. I love your new art and their locations. I wonder why Mother Russia couldn’t speak with them directly. You are SO diplomatic and patient.
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