Actually I do like having grass. And a non-petrol mower with which to cut it. Makes me feel Orstralyn, but with a hippy edge. We've been here for over three months, so it was getting a bit mental. Now the whole backyard has that 'fresh cut grass' smell, and my compost bin is full of clippings. Mmmm childhood memories.
The beagle is our dog, Mycroft. The labrador is Bess - we found Bess last night, wandering the streets of Balwyn on Christmas night at 1am. She looked hella old and sore, and since there was no indication as to where she lived, we took her home. Today Lefa called the ranger, he contacted the family (who had come down from Ballarat for Christmas) and they came and got Bess on their way back home. Happy ending, since her family were super happy to see Bess, and very thankful, except for Mycroft, who was very sad to see his new friend go.
This isn't the first time we saved a lost dog.
Also, note tinsel in photo. Festive. Yes.





