Sunny weather, funny smells

Hello, Bertie here.

It’s been very nice weather this week. Mummy had to go out for golf and other things, so we didn’t get to go out in the garden. On Saturday and Sunday she spent a lot of time out of doors, wearing her short sleeve shirt, but still her winter trousers. She says the ground’s too cold for us to run around on yet, and there’s not much grass anyway.  These flowers are out, that Percy had his photo taken with.  She’s also got some of them in a jar thing on her desk.

Percy in the daffodils in 2016

She found a little grass for us in the wildflower patch, we we loved. Then the next day she brought us in the stem from the kale plant, because she’d taken it out, and also some carrots that had been growing all winter, and some grass that had been growing where the kale was. I loved chewing on the kale stalk, but I think Roscoe and Neville were overwhelmed by it, as they left most of their kale top, even though it had leaves on it. If they’ve left any over from yesterday I hope I have it for breakfast. Mummy does that sometimes, if someone leaves something, she gives it to one of the rest of us.

Roscoe was chewing at the paper under his fleece yesterday, and she told him to stop. Then she got another piece of paper and tore it up and made it all crunchy, and gave us one each. It’s great fun. I like playing with that.

I expect you’re wondering about the smells. I don’t know what they were, but Mummy had the doors and some of the windows open, and she went outside then came in again, and it was smelly when she came in. At once stage I saw her taking a pot of something into her bedroom, and she had a stick of some sort in her other hand. And when she came out again she had a patch of dark colour on her jacket thing, and was looking cross with herself. The smell was even smellier when she came out, so I know she’s got something to do with it.

But she says the house is looking smarter, and whatever she’s been doing, she’s pretty pleased with herself. Except for the jacket thing.

The smells going away a bit, and Mummy says it’s going to be warm and sunny until Wednesday, which she’s pleased about because Wednesday’s golf.

the kale was in the middle bed

Oh, and she told us she’s planted seeds in the centre bed.  That’s the one without the white cover in the picture. She’s planted carrots (yummy), lettuce (yummy!), and kohl rabi, which I’ve never heard of.  She says Fred and George and Victor and Hugo used to love it.  Well, they would, wouldn’t they?

Did you see Roscoe’s interview last week?  If you missed it, it’s here.

See you next time

love

Bertie xxx

What are these green leaves?

Hi, all.

One of the things Neville and I have got used to in the year we’ve been here is funny food. Winter is much the same as we were used to, but in summer, we get all sorts of stuff.

When we arrived, I don’t think Nev and I noticed what we got, to be truthful.  We got fed, and we seemed to be in a nice place, and settled, like.  I suppose it took us a month to start to relax, thinking we might be here for even longer than the last place we’d been at.  We liked it there, mind, it was very nice.  We got veggies and pellets and hay, and went out on the grass sometimes, so it was good.

We got veggies and pellets and hay here, but it tasted different and so did the water.  Nowadays it’s just water, mind.  I can’t tell you what the difference is, and I’ve forgotten anyway, it just was different.  The pellets are fine, too.  Yummy, in fact.  I look forward to getting them in the morning after we’ve had our run.  Builds up strength to tackle the veg.

I didn’t really notice that the veggies we got were different to start with, until we stopped getting them from the garden and settled to what I would call ‘normal’ food in winter. You know, cabbage, carrot, swede, that sort of stuff.  I don’t think we’ve had swede more than once here, though.  Lettuce, of course.  We get lots of different types of lettuce here, which is nice, nosing through the different flavours and textures. And carrot tops!  Those are yummy.  Maybe they’re my favourite.

But Mam throws in weird things, like pepper. It’s mostly red, but sometimes it’s orange or yellow.  I see Biggles and Bertie wolfing it down and I nose it a bit, and maybe nibble it, and Nev does too, and we exchange glances and leave it.  Although last week I did spot Neville eating a whole slice.  I got through about half of mine, so maybe it’s an acquired taste and we’re finally acquiring it.

We’ve discovered broccoli.  I thought it was posh cabbage to start with, but the others say it’s normal, and what’s cabbage, so I go along with it. It’s pretty yummy, really. Mam realised we liked the cabbagey things, I think.  We get kale, which we all like, and sometimes she does an ordinary cabbage, which we like but Biggles and Bertie turn their noses up at.  Strange boys.

What’s best though, is the weird things we get from the garden. We’re getting them again, now.  Mam apologised when it had been hot for ages that all the home grown things had run out.  Now they’ve grown again and we’re eating posh spinach called chard, which has interesting colour stems, and posh lettuce called frizee, which has crinkly edges to the leaves. And we get loads of herby things and some leaves from the fruit trees and bushes.

And beans.  Now, who on earth wants to eat beans?  Berties and Biggles, that’s who.  The leaves are great, mind, I like those, but the long pods and the beans inside, no thank you.  Mam even pulled a trick on us on Saturday when she gave us the pods without the beans in.  They were a bit crunchy, and again, those other piggies munched them down, but Nev and I tried it politely then peed on it. I mean…

There’s this new thing that came this week… paper outsides of corn cobs.  I’ve realised that the tiny corn cobs that haven’t grown up to be big and sweet are actually edible, but I never knew the corn came in a delicious wrapping.  I’m looking forward to some more of that, I can tell you.

Who’d have know there were so many nice things to eat?

And I haven’t even mentioned root celery and stalk celery… another time, maybe.

See ya!

Roscoe

percy midge and biggles

Grass and yummy things but no sunshine yet

Hello everybody.  Percy here again.  Although Bertie did ask me if he could start blogging again.  He may be back soon, just wait till he has something to talk about other than himself.

Percy's new bed

It’s been a funny week.  Mummy seemed to hope we’d be getting out in the garden this weekend, but it didn’t happen.  Roscoe reported she’d been outside without her coat on, so we were hopeful, but she said the grass was too damp for us.  She did bring us in a big handful on many days, and it was a little damp, but it was freshly picked and very yummy.  Saturday she brought us in fresh leaves with roots.  I think she calls them weeds, but there was dandelion, sow thistle and chickweed among other things.  Then yesterday we had a lot of leaves she grows for us in the garden.  Chard, radicchio, salsify (yum), and also some others we weren’t too keen on.  A bit too strong for our delicate tastes. It was great to have fresh leaves, though.

Mummy had a good look at my teeth yesterday and asked me why I had my lower jaw over to the right.  I didn’t know, it just did that of its own accord.  She felt around my jawline and said she thought my lump had gone down my neck a bit, and wrapped around the hinge of my jaw.  She’s started giving me metacam again.  Seems all right to me.  I thought you’d like to know, though.

I hope we go out on the grass this week.  Keep your fingers crossed for us, please.