Well, I really don’t know what to say about these photos. I arrived at Dog School 101 today to find Cocoa Joy with her boyfriend Bronson. All I had with me was an old digital point and shoot, but I grabbed it and I took these two photos in very low light. Still here is the evidence that Cocoa is in love. And who could turn down such a good looking boy like Sandy’s Bronson.

Need I say more?

Every year about this time, I walk down the street to Opal’s house and take photos of the blooms on the same Camellia bush. I love the shape and the intensity of their color! It’s also the same type of Camellia located near the grave of Eugenia Price on St. Simons Island. She was a really neat lady, a wonderful author, and someone I had the opportunity to know via hand-written letters. I remember once she told me “Don’t hurry God. He has a plan in all of this.” It was good advice then, as it is now.

I keep posting photos from England on this blog. I’m not sure what motivates me to do this. Maybe on days when life feels a little more relaxed, I think about being there, and I remember the sights and sounds of the countryside. This was taken in the Cotswalds while trooping through an open field. And yes, those are sheep in the background. You can take a moment and let the sounds of an English countryside tempt you to relax, too, at lambwatch.com.

I asked Cocoa if she would help me clean up the yards at Pretty Hill, which all together almost equates to an acre of land and is covered with leaves. She flipped her head back and forth as if she was saying no. (Sigh) Thus, the motion of the ears in the photo. Her curls are gone from the top of her head (blessings from the groomer), but she still has plenty of hair. We spent most of Saturday afternoon raking the yard and bagging grimmy, wet oak leaves. I mulched some with the lawn mower but need to bag even more. Usually, we take at least 80 bags to the street for the city to pick up. (Groan) Many more at blown into ivy beds where they remain out of sight. I have taken a more casual approach to these yards: things get down when there is time. But still, I have declared this year: the year of the yard. Renovation on the house is pretty much done. So, I can refocus on making Pretty Hill pretty again.