Neo

A little backyard companion passed away this week.  Our friendship took a season or two to ripen, though of all the family and friends, Neo had the most determined involvement in my gardening adventures.  He sat on my gumboots if I stood still. He lay wherever I THOUGHT I was about to lay my shovel and potting mix.  He had a particular talent for scrutinising the ripest tomatoes. Ever- present and ever-available for a yarn and a pat, he really knew how to charm a lady.

There was no dirty hands without Neo.  Here's a little homage to the Garden Supervisor. 

Rest his soft little soul.