Things are a bit busy just now. All stuff that was put on one side until the festival was over now have to be caught up with, and the rain having stopped, some vital weeding has been done, as well as cutting back bits of hedge that were making the drive hard to navigate. It was a bit like Sleeping Beauty's castle round here, except I played the Handsome Prince rôle, chopping my way through the brambles. The farmer declared his intention of, finally, cutting the grass on the front field - it seems to have bypassed turning into hay altogether this year, having started to seed and then just continued growing; however, it will be all right for silage. Anyway, we quartered all four acres questingly, armed with a garden fork and a couple of bin bags, and pulled up a moderate quantity of ragwort, which is a nastily pernicious poison and which, though ignored by livestock while growing, will be eaten in hay or silage.
Later, we chatted in a thinking ahead manner, and discovered that we are in complete accord with one another, which filled us both with great pleasure. A couple of them are in the nature of dreams that may come true - hey, why not? - but one is, with luck, not far beyond the horizon.
When we went on our WI outing last week, a friend was telling us that her dog and another friend's bitch had had an (arranged) assignation, and it is hoped that puppies will result. I was immediately interested, as they are both mongrels of a labradorish sort, come from lovely and friendly families, and our darling late setter cross Chester was the brother of P & B's (the bitch's owners) dog Harvey.
The Sage kept quiet.
Over the next few days, I told the family, at various times, about this, and still the Sage said nothing. Now, he's a tender-hearted chap who finds it hard to say "no" to me, but knows that in a matter like this, I wouldn't go ahead without an actual "yes".
Finally, this evening, since we were having such a jolly conversation, I asked him directly what he thought.
He Say Yes!!(!)
'Course, we don't know yet if puppies are on the way, or how many are spoken for already. But these seem minor details.