Red Herring

Posted byofftheedgegardeningPosted inThoughts

The header shot is a red herring. It reflects neither my world nor my mood. Today is more rain and rainy days blues than sun and sunflower cheer. A blip, or perhaps another blip in a summer of blips. An enforced holiday. I’ve spent the morning constructively; I’ve made soup from a selection of our tomatoes, attempted to tame the kraken that is my late-season greenhouse and in the process discovered an errant monster cucumber. I’ve been for a walk in the weather and checked my favourite horse chestnut tree for conker progress, quite good since you ask. And I’ve tidied my desk, which means I’ve moved things around a bit. This has inspired me to introduce you to a new member of our household and resident of my office.

In our house we love a rummage in antique/bric-a-brac/junk shops. And we have found a formula that seems to work for us. We never walk around together, we move around the shop independently then at the end compare notes of likes and loves and must haves. OH is a scanner, minesweeping for treasure, swift, efficient. I like to chat to a few people, pick things up, daydream a little and for these reasons take much longer. A couple of weeks ago we visited a favourite of ours, one we always visit when we are in town, a tiny converted chapel over two diddy floors. As usual, OH had finished his tour and I had barely got into my stride. I had already selected a green passion flower patterned Wedgewood plate and spoken to the owner about a new restaurant. Then I went upstairs to admire the handmade quilts, leaving OH waiting non-patiently. And almost immediately I found my prize. I went downstairs with this charming chalkware terrier held aloft smiling in triumph. “You aren’t serious?!” OH said. Crestfallen, incredulous that anyone didn’t feel the same way, I said “He can live in the office with me”. Which is where he resides, on my desk, ever so often his little eyes meeting mine. As yet he doesn’t have a name. Suggestions on a postcard, please.

17 thoughts on “Red Herring”

  2. He’s gorgeous, definitely has to be Chalkie, dogs with that name have great characters and charm. And Millie approves, I know 🐾💕

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  4. Two thoughts. First, have you housetrained it yet? Second, I now understand whence OH has derived his propensity to exclaim such exclamations as “not more bloody junk!’.

    (For the avoidance of doubt on the part of your readers, I am neither your sister, nor am I authoritatively knowledgeable in the matter of junk, whether mail or otherwise.)

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      1. Prithee, as I did not attach the epithet “junk” to the item in question, merely speculating on something which you have referenced in previous discourses, whence did you aquire your present demonstrable defensive propensity?

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