Wednesday, May 1, 2013
The happiness you feel is in direct proportion to the love you give.
Strange weather. Snow in Spain. Cool and damp here. The ladies of the village fleuri committee are out en masse tidying up the village green ahead of Sundays Saints Day procession .
The mayor had hoped that the village might win an award in this years beautiful villages competition. This now looks unlikely. The very old farmer has decided that his front garden is to be left to grow wild . A decision designed to rile his arch nemesis in the town hall. The very old farmer still believes that during the last heatwave the mayor sold the government supplied bottled water that was rightly his.
So it is that one side of the lane is award winningly trimmed and tidy. The other side , facing the church , the very old farmers decidedly non-award winning wilderness of tall grass through which can be seen the outlines of a rather splendid tree peony and the occasional bluebell.
Village feuds mean nothing to Bob and Sophie who continue to enjoy life. For the first time they make it up, as well as down, the slippery wooden staircase that leads from the hall to the upstairs kitchen. One of lifes little triumphs. Bobs tail, we notice, wags 24/7.