Hello bloggers. Hope you are all well.

Here's a lovely view for you. The weather has been gorgeous here over the last few days. I even did a doggy walk in a T- shirt.

Just popped out to pee the dog at 7 a.m, my it's lovely at that time. It's kind of semi-morning, still quite dark, yet showing glimmers of light. There are strange barks and squeaks over the fields, and unusual bird-song. It is so still and quiet (apart from all those noises)

This morning and for the past few mornings I've been overlooked by a large sparkly moon. Almost close enough to touch, too. I have tried to grap it a couple of times, but no luck yet.

Axle, has to toddle off down the dirt-track to do his business, because he won't step on a ploughed field - apparently. I guess he doesn't like it on his feet. He's a very particular dog. He is always very careful to go round an obstacle, and would never consider getting on his sofa, if there is something there with him: like a mobile phone, or a pillow. He can't bear dirty paws either,  (which probably explains not attempting the closest field) in fact, he has been known to nibble and nibble his paws, until he makes them sore.

Once our son kindly left some chewing-gum in the shower. Very thoughtful! So, when I washed the dog I managed to get a blob on his coat. When he began nibbling I knew I'd have to get the shaver out. So I had to shave a patch of his hair off, to save his nibbling. He looked a bit odd for a while with a bald patch. Axle is such a character.

This morning the morning was so fresh, that he was happy to sniff and snuffle for a while, in the morning air. I don't usually have to call him back, he's quite happy to bounce home, into the warm house, when he's done his business. But this morning, he decided to continue with some lovely sniffing - leaving me standing under the moon, in my dressing-gown, slippers and coat hat. It's a very fetching look. I look like a big blob. Luckily, it's a Sunday and no one works on a Sunday here in Switzerland. It's a day of rest. In fact, you can get into trouble working on a Sunday, even in your garden. Good thing too, I say!

I can't wait for our wild cherry trees to burst into bloom. I'm sure I've seen some buds now. Last year, they were awesome. We have a long line of them overlooking the lake. They must be very old, too, since they are huge. I have an even better camera this year, and the photos were awesome last year. I love the blossoms framed against the Swiss blue sky. Here's a little reminder of last year's photo.

Wild Cherry Blossom, by Laurel Moore's camera.

Well, you know I would say 'by Laurel Moore', but let's face it: it's the cameras which have all the technology these days, isn't it? Just clicking and pointing, isn't a huge skill! I do claim credit for framing the view, and what a beautiful view! But neither can I claim credit for a stunning cherry tree.

In fact, I'm tempted to make this into a large print in the future. It would look wonderful in a contemporary room, wouldn't it? I only chose the absolute 'best' of my photos,  to use as prints. Believe me I have hundreds of photos, but only a handful make the grade!

Just a few weeks later, these trees produce some small but delicious fruit. I nibble many of these on my doggie walk. It's like a lucky dip: some are tart and others (lucky enough to have been bathed in sun) are full and fat and sweet. They must be so good for you. I love that kind of shelf life: of about 2 minutes!

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