Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Grow Some Balls


There is nothing like a bit of gentle gardening at the end of a full-on sort of day,  it sooths; pottering around, pulling up a weed or two. Nothing too energetic (I usually have a mug of tea in one hand, which tends to govern activity levels)

Last night I found an unexpected crop at the end of a nettle that I had firmly grasped, one of Spuds missing tennis balls (so they weren’t all on the roof)

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A root ball.

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Spud gets his ball, with nettle.

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Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

6 thoughts on “Grow Some Balls

  1. Wow, he really does enjoy those tennis balls!

  2. Spud’s enthusiasm is wonderful … I like a dog who likes his life!

  3. I wouldn’t touch a straight line like that with a stick!

  4. BTW, the “straight line” is the part of the joke that sets up the “punch line.”

  5. Pingback: Spud on Sunday Part XXXII | Uphilldowndale

  6. From which we infer that dog spit is ideal fertilizer for nettles. Miss Sadie and the Cowboy are giving me wise looks as if they knew that all along and were waiting for me to comprehend the level of the threat.

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