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In the garden of an abandoned house.
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n English gardener, who takes a lot of photos, visits many places, listens to lots of music, reads a lot of books, who has wandered the earth but is currently dug in in Sacramento, California. On this blog: gardening and wildlife. Life in Northern California, and an archive of postings from Long Island's southern shore, amid the wetlands... restoring house and garden. And the most beautiful sunrises...
Toon's Tunes: the listener
For the music, book and event reviews, see: Alison's blog: Toon's Tunes, music and reviews
Wondering where I've gone?
Moved back to the West. See more here: http://alison-toon.blogspot.com
... a beautiful place
Mastic Beach: click here to see this beautiful place.
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April
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- Bella has a new coat
- Be careful what you wish for....
- Misty but spring
- Really spring, really
- Evening walk
- Citizen Me! :-)
- Dog yoga: the doughnut (aka donut)
- Nice article about Mastic Beach
- Nishiki willow, planted
- Cleanup day!
- Susan Boyle and true beauty
- First day at school
- Brookhaven cleanup! April 18th!
- Green... at last!
- Washed away
- Dog yoga: the sphinx
- Planted
- Into the garden
- Routinely Saturday
- Much more relaxed!
- The pond
- Almost-American
- Even cloudy mornings are beautiful!
- Twas a beautiful afternoon
- Playing with the waves
- Cheesecake please!!!
- Turkey-lurkey
- Wild beach this morning!
- Somebody found the sofa...
- White Rabbit
- Dog yoga: the sleeping cat
- How a great dane relaxes
- Bella at the beach
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2 comments:
I think your dog looks to be about the most mellow dog I've ever seen and this is coming from a woman who lives with 2 old fat lazy Beagles that snore while awake!
She is very mellow until she either sees or hears something that scares her (reeds rustling in the wind, a plastic traffic cone just sitting in the middle of the path, a gate that isn't open quite wide enough) which makes her try to hide behind me, or until she sees another dog (not every dog, just one with something special about it that I haven't worked out how to recognise yet) or a deer (a lot of them in this neighborhood), at which point she turns into a bucking bronco on the end of a leash! But most of the time, she is indeed very, very mellow.
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