Looks like somebody cares about the place

We finally got that wood stacked. It wasn't as hot today as it was yesterday. In fact, I would go so far as to say it was a perfect Sunday sort of day.

After the wood pile was shifted first by myself and then later after I went off to do something else Henry, George and neighbour boy, Laurence. H and I raked up all the woodchips and put them in an old sack and stored somewhere dry to be used to start our fires next winter. Then the grass was mowed.

Looks better now, doesn't it?

Polly has been spending a lot of time, lying in the dust in the sun. This has brought out more of her brindle markings. I like to refer to the brindle markings as her "highlights". Do other non-brindle dogs envy her and secretly want to be taken to the groomers to have these highlights put in?

While pottering about in the garden and spraying some very persistent weeds with a glyphosate based weed killer, I was summoned to the extension where Henry has been tidying up. He found this magnificent moth on the stud wall near where a work lamp had been on all night.

It is a Poplar Hawk Moth. I've never seen one like it before. It is really beautiful. We get a lot of good moths around here but this one is a real trophy moth. We've been known to leave the porch light on over night so that in the morning, we can inspect the back wall with our guide to British Butterflies and Moths in one hand and a mug of morning coffee in the other.