The eagle-eyed among you will have spotted a blurry patch of pink through the rain spattered window on Monday's post.
In that picture it might have been difficult to identify the patch as a cluster of autumn crocuses, but now the rain has stopped, I am happy to pose in front of said cluster, both me and the flowers in sharper focus.
Buried beneath the stone which sits amid the crocuses are the ashes of my predecessor Hamish the Westie. Gail tells me he loved to sit right here, often to the detriment of the crocus blooms...
It was twenty-one years ago this week that Hamish came to live with Gail, thus finally fulfilling her long time wish to be a dog owner. Gail tells me how when she phoned Human Granny announcing she'd just adopted a three-year old Westie, HGY responded first with horror and alarm, then later phoned back and apologised saying "Gail, now I understand, you REALLY DID want a dog when you were a child."
we love the crocuses and we love the story behind...i is super sweet and if we see crocuses now we will see them with thinking about your Hamish..
ReplyDeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteawwwwwww... you honour your forbear in most handsome fashion, Bertie lad... Hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx
What a wonderful story. We love the autumn crocuses too.
ReplyDeleteAww, Hamish. How lovely to be reminded of him. My Westie Hamish, who died about a year and two weeks ago, loved to eat spring crocuses. It was always a miracle if any survived their first day.
ReplyDeleteWhat a pretty way to remember dear Hamish. You sure look great posing next to them and thankfully not on them. BOL!
ReplyDeleteHGY must have had a premonition about Hamish/a scone/and a lace tablecloth. When I read that post years ago it made me ROTFLOL. And it still does. Hamish was a force to be reckoned with and OF course he smashed the Crocus after all he was King Hamish.
ReplyDeleteHugs Cecilia
I'm happy to say HGY grew to be very fond of Hamish, despite the scone, jam and lace tablecloth incident!
DeleteWhat a lovely memory and cheerful way to remember Hamish. Similarly, my dad once asked me, rather sadly, it he hadn't been a good dad, because he never let us have a dog, and now all three of this children had dogs. Of course, that was his only fault!
ReplyDeleteHamish certainly chose a lovely spot! Having been brought up with house dogs, cats, guinea pigs, racoons and mice. I find it hard to understand people who don't want animals.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet remembrance of Hamish!!! The crocuses are lovely. We only see them here in the spring.
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Awww. It's wonderful to honor those who came before us. <3
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ReplyDeleteThose are such beautiful crocuses. I wonder if any autumn crocuses will bloom at my elevation. I'll check it out.
ReplyDeleteI love the memory of Hamish.
What a perfect place to admire the crocuses and remember Hamish!
ReplyDeleteHi friend Bertie! Ojo here! You look so handsome next to Hamish's crocuses! The Dogs who have walked with our people before us are very special!
ReplyDeleteIt is a lovely resting place. Happy dog-adversary to Gail.
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