This small pot of flowers, pansies, petunias and red ones satisfy my gardening pleasure.
FYI bloodhounds take pleasure in flowers too, they like to eat them! We had one in the community in the 1990’s. When he arrived as a really young puppy his first act, as his paws reached the ground, was to eat a petunia from the flower bed beside him. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world but it wasn’t, for a dog.
An unexpected out-of-town visitor attending the Sunday session brought his mountain bike unicycle indoors. All I could say at the time was, “you are rather late, please come in”! Always one needs to be ready to embrace the unexpected, if not bizarre.
So when a regular member, who usually comes on his mountain bike, trundled out his colourful going-grocery-shopping rig from beside the priory, I was practiced and ready to embrace it, nearly!
Our visiting friend with one wheel, (he said it helped him with staying focused and present), rode off with net curtains twitching probably. And the colourful four-wheeled wagon went shopping.