Two Polish Lowland Sheepdog brothers in Italy - now about to head to France
Monday, 20 April 2009
A pile of sand and a ball..what a great start to a day
The boyz were off happily sniffing the porcupine scents this morning which meant we had the time to look at what's going on in the fields rather than constantly playing ball with them. We planted wild lupins under the olives last year and they are now growing quickly and just starting to come into flower. If it works as planned the view from the house down to the river at the bottom of the hill should be spectacular in a months time with a huge blanket of scarlet coloured flowers running under the olives. Lupins are wonderful for putting natural nutrients back into the soil and also make wonderful animal fodder. By trying to be as organic as possible we've also had the joy of seeing the wild flowers re-establishing themselves in droves - on this mornings walk I saw wild orchids, grape hyacinths, several varieties of poppy and some stunning white flowers the name of which I shall have to look up.
2004, we sell the rain drenched farm in Scotland and move to the warmth of southern Europe. Two very lively Polish Lowland Sheepdog brothers - Wilf and Digby - accompany us. Fluffy,patient and comical . Forever attracting laughter and new friends . After a year in Provence we moved to Italy to restore an ancient Roman watchtower . Somethings are meant not to be. Following a rather unpleasantly violent 'housejacking' ( the third in our little village ) we left Italy in late 2009 for new adventures in the rolling countryside of south west France . We are now getting to grips with a large rickety old farmhouse. Life after the violence of Italy has a gentler tempo. Digby passed on from piroplasmosis in May 2010. HIs brother, despite being diagnosed with cancer and having become blind ,soldiered on for another two years. We now embark on the next part of our journey with two new PON's - Bob and Sophie. This blog records all those little things about living with dogs that are too unimportant to make it into a diary but which make life, life.