I took these photos yesterday in our garden to make the most of the flowers that were trying so hard.
Storm Jorge is on its way so I am not holding my breath that there will be anything left afterwards. This might be our only glimpse of Spring.
Apparently the storm has been classed as a “Weather Bomb”, which does not bode well.
I have now looked this meteological terminlogy (or is it slang?) up and it means, apparently, two month’s worth of rain!
I could do without this. At the storm’s worst (11.20), I will be at the Vet with BeAnne who is not herself at the moment. Her symptoms are she is not eating with her usual enthusiasm and drinking more (my OH noticed – I hadn’t). Something may be going on. We went for a walk on the hill this morning to see if it would cheer her up a bit. She bounced along happily so I just don’t know.
Anyway, I am worrying and totally overthinking this now. Her Maj is 14 and she has to live forever. She knows that.