“Sure, and it’s time to be laying in the peat for the winter.”
I took this photo a couple of days ago, the morning after the latest hurricane had dumped the latest tankerful of water onto the property. Brogan, the four-month-old Irish Wolfhound puppy, and Libby, the eleven-month-old Cardigan Welsh Corgi, were playing tug with a length of broken clothesline (I broke it two weeks ago) hanging from the top of the pole. They were romping and having a great time, so I grabbed the camera.
Not wanting to disturb them by my sudden appearance, I snapped the photos through a post-shower bathroom window. This one is my favourite. The clothesline isn’t too visible; instead, I think it looks like two longstanding Celtic friends, stopping to enjoy the gift of gab on an early misty morning.
Going home tonight. Tomorrow, a new adventure: Turtle flies!