Constance Spry...a pink scent~sation.

The wicked wind has pummeled the Constance Spry climber on the front pergola
and her petals are scattered along the front path.
Littered sadly and a few blooms were sheared straight off...
Never being one to waste the blooms I gathered up a few.

Constance Spry

a David Austen Rose

frothy pink

masses of petals wait to wilt atop the gravel path

just looking at this rose makes me feel calm

like a mound of pink sherbert

Looks good enough to eat!

I'm surprised that these tall foxgloves didn't get blown over in the storm.

Life has amped up to a rather frenzied and hectic pace these past few days and for the next few weeks will be more of the same...

so please bear with me as I go with the flow!

Chester and Pepper 

have had close encounters of the feline kind.

They are really interested in each other

and have been sniffing each other's noses.

Chasing and racing around the Bungalow

scatter rugs and carpets flying in their wake...

Pepper is never far from Chester's side,

she's behaving like a mother cat 

which must be instinctive because she has never had a litter of her own.

Chester has made himself right at home in The Humble Bungalow!

It's been just over two weeks since we adopted him and he already feels like family.

I cannot imagine our bungalow without a pet

it would feel so empty.

~ ~ ~

Adrienne has a new addition to her family

go over and meet Miss Twiggly she's adorable.

Hope that your week is ticking along nicely.