There is a myth that in Summer you should not feed the birds. The Summer is a time of fullness and blossoming. Continue reading
The Furlongs have a blackbird family that are feeding their young. Continue reading
Oh, I hate myself!
I have just been abusive to Mr Furlong – again. Continue reading
This morning, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was a squirrel in our garden – a sort of brownish chap. Continue reading
I was standing at the kitchen window when a stunning event happened. Continue reading
The Furlongs had a bash.
For the Royal Wedding.
We watched it on TV. Continue reading
The Furlong granddaughter comes here every Friday afternoon. We went for a walk. We ended up on the grassy field behind our home where occasionally some boys in a nearby house kick a ball about. Sometimes they leave the balls there. Continue reading