Lilies of the Valley are one of my first flowers I love in the spring.....and have you ever taken a whif? They actually smell very good. I picked oodles of them as they were coming fast and furious. Of course I too love the other variety as well......
Lilith of the Valley.
Lilith. My mothers' dog. A Ridgeback. Probably not as demure and delicate as the flower, but very loyal and cute none the less. Here... she is probably upset. Upon my last visit you see, she was outside doing her thing. When she got to the door, where she sits waiting to get in, I said to my mother,"I didn't know she takes her toys out with her". My mother replies, "She doesn't take her toys out." To our horror, she was proud as a peacock at the door, for she had caught and killed a squirrel. It was just hanging there limp in her mouth. Well, out came a treat, as to get her to drop it, upon which we disposed of the critter. She is still puzzled as to where the thing went. Being a breed bred in Africa, and hunt and live on plantations there, she has unbelievable speed, I'm here to tell you. She has in the past also got a rabbit.
Hard to believe this face could go after anything....
"That will teach them to enter my yard"
Meanwhile Buster Bolfig Borghese was having none of it. As he thinks all creatures are his friend and welcomes all. Hell.... mice have walked right pass him and he just stares. He even napped with cats already.
And he is the one who looks more mischievous you ask me!