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The most English thing ever

Growing flowers in wellington boots. Spotted at a village fete over the weekend.

Not much else of interest. Oh, except I met the sister of the cow I met last year at this show. My friend from last year is almost all growed up and ready to be a milk cow.

p.s. my village won the boules contest last night. w00t!

p.p.s. going to go sit in the garden and wait for Chicken Bed Time.


Comment from Pupster
Time: June 27, 2023, 10:40 pm

Tell everyone in your village I said “Nice boules”.

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: June 28, 2023, 1:58 am

Stoaty, at Chicken Bed Time do you tell them strictly chicken stories, e.g. “Chicken Little” and “The Interrupting Chicken”, or do you include other poultry, as in Mother Goose? Or do you tell them scary weasel and fox stories?

Comment from technochitlin
Time: June 28, 2023, 11:19 am

They’re reading Chicken PR0n with little flashlights in the back of the coop.

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: June 28, 2023, 6:04 pm

In my square part of the world, I’ve seen more than a few flower arrangements stuck inside an old cowboy boot. And a popular ceramics mold around here is a cowboy boot, painted to look old or new. Or pink, sometimes 🙂

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: June 28, 2023, 6:13 pm

There is no pair of Wellies in the world that are as comfortable as a worn in pair of good, plain, calf skin boots with a walking heel. Hell, it’s hard to find shoes that are that comfortable.

Like wearing a pair of nice slippers.

Plants feel the same about that you see.

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