Good Friday

One of the delights of Good Friday is to eat heated hot cross buns. Scrumptious. Casey thought they smelt good too, he put his front feet on my lap and looked at me imploring me to give him some. Who can resist those big brown eyes. He knows Mum is a soft touch. This morning we weeded the bearded iris bed, which should have been done last Autumn, the roots had grown so much. I would like to buy some more colours before it's too late. There is another iris bed which Casey has claimed as his own. He has been digging in it, so far he hasn't dug any plants up. One of our boarders is leaving us next week, the surprise is that he stayed so long. We are hoping for another student like him.