Spring Does Seem To Be With Us

It has been a strange day in The Owner's world today! With spring appearing to be finally with us he spent yesterday rummaging around at the back of the shed removing dead leaves, cobwebs, two mouses nests, Small Boys bike and the remains of a dead pheasant from something which he was determined to call a lawn mower. Liberated from the shed detritus that had surrounded it throughout the winter it emerged into the sunshine of a spring afternoon in a decidedly uncooperative mood which in my experience can be counter-productive. In my experience it is always more peaceful to go along with whatever scheme The Owner has embarked upon. Eventually, after much tinkering he hit upon the genius idea of putting fuel in the tank and with a roar, several giddy spiders emerged from various hiding places about the mower and The Owners face was a picture of triumph.

Up the garden by the barbecue is a random collection of grass clippings that The Owner always refers to as the compost heap, but this year he has got a new green wheelie bin for Council Hoomun to come and take away the clippings and so presumably the compost heap will eventually fade away and be forgotten. With great enthusiasm The Owner started to charge around the garden with his lawn mower and putting all the clippings in his new wheelie bin. Early in the winter I had a new toy, like a green tennis ball with a piece of rope on it, but I lost it months ago. The Owner was attacking a particularly dense bit of undergrowth when suddenly his lawn mower started vibrating badly and jumping around in a very excited fashion. Well at least I now know where my toy went, in fact I now have two bits of it to play with, so that was good then! After half the lawns were cut the wheelie bin appeared to be quite full from where I was standing. So The Owner went and got his small steps and clambered up and climbed into the top of the wheelie bin. I remember thinking at the time "That won't end well"! And I was right! After only a small amount of jumping around in the top of it the grass seemed to disappear from my view but The Owner was clearly intent on greater things until it all fell over! The Owner fell under the bush that I wee on outside the front door (which didn't seem to please him particularly) and all the grass that had been in the wheelie bin was now on the garden path. I took the opportunity of a snooze in a soft bed of grass clippings whilst The Owner regained his composure and sought something else to blame for the situation. I am thinking that the whole laying in the grass clippings thing was not my best move as it drew some attention to myself, which made the bin falling over my fault. So I wee'd on the grass clippings and left him to it. I may look out later and see how he is getting on, but in the meantime there is no reason why I can't make use of the sofa for an hour or two, he won't be needing it.