this too, shall pass

By lenah

Angel's Trumpets

My best friend asked me to join her and a couple more friends for coffee and plum cake and to admire her pride and joy, the Angels's Trumpets. She thinks her garden is a wild place but the rest of us thinks it is a little paradise.
Well, it's Wild Wednesday again and if the trumpets do not qualify for 'wild' Brumis, the Newfoundland in the extra might do. My dog Rieke and I met him today at 'Muddy Paws' the dog wash place. He was the spitting image of relaxation and most likely wished that all the fuss over him might never end. Unlike to Rieke who was not very happy to be beautified. 

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