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<\/a><\/p>\nAfter that deep draught of basil, he will elegantly back up out of that tight spot without knocking over a watering can,
\nand then immediately scan the garden for the whereabouts of Joseph, the alpha male cat, his nemesis, seen here making
\nready for ambush.<\/p>\n
My garden is the perfect size for corgis and cats, and it’s always satisfying to watch them meander down its paths. Every morning we fan out into the garden, each in pursuit of something unknown to the other. Our paths criss-cross British slang dating to about the 1930’s, meant to convey an unholy mess of dribs and drabs, a hodgepodge. Although origin is uncertain, it seems likely to have dated from the morning someone, possibly slightly hungover, dumped last night’s fried … Continue reading <\/a><\/p>\n
\nGarden paths are ideally able to accommodate two people walking abreast or one person pushing a wheelbarrow.
\nIn my garden, a person and one corgi can comfortably navigate some<\/i> paths. Other paths are for solitary use
\nonly.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n
\nas we respectively track color and spoor. For me, it was the cobalt blue of Salvia cacaliifolia. What did they find, I wonder.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/a><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"