I received a beautiful pot of succulents for Christmas and gave it all kinds of tender, loving care. In spite of my efforts, it developed a spot in the middle and no matter what I did to revive the middle plants, the bare space in the middle increased. As you can see from the headline photo, I soon discovered the culprit! My husband has now added some new plants for the empty space with a promise to go with cacti if that doesn’t stop Fresh, the cat!
Chick, the dog, on the other hand, can’t fit into the pot of her choice so enjoys it in a sunny place along the fence.
Our dogs doing their best to keep warm on a freezing California morning. I think the temperature was 70 degrees ABOVE zero.
“Love me, love my dog.” or “Qui me amat, amat et canem meum.”!
St. Bernard: Sermons. 12th century
“He asks no angel’s wing, no seraph’s fire,
But thinks, admitted to that equal sky,
His faithful dog shall bear him company.”
Pope: An Essay on Man, 18th century
“It is naught good a sleeping hound to wake.”
Chaucer: Troilus and Criseyde 14th century
Speaking of dogs, this is the vision that greets me each morning as the dogs realize that someone is up and about and, perhaps, considering giving them a morning treat because they didn’t bark as much as they could have the night before!