Friday, February 5, 2016

A sunny day.



Bob lies on the doorstep contemplating the meaning of life. Outside, on the lane,The Old Farmer is tinkering with the underside of his venerable motor home. '' Soon have her running like new " he says, optimistically. He's making plans for a fresh trip to Belarus .

Bobs sister exudes happiness. Her run in with the hallucinogenic mushrooms now forgotten. Sophie keeps a close eye on the finches on the bird table. Every half an hour or so there is burst of activity as she leaps up and barks at them. A reminder of who's boss. The finches are unimpressed and carry on their contented squabbling.


There is a gathering in the town hall. Two white vans with orange roof lights arrive. Men with clipboards emerge. As we venture across the village green on our pre-lunch constitutional we can see the mayor, his secretary and the gentleman with the yellow day-glo visibility vest deep in discussion. Being a French discussion there is much arm waving. Perhaps this signals progress on the new zebra crossing ? 


A warm February day draws to a close. Bob remains on guard at the front door.



20 comments:

  1. They say "time flies" when you're not noticing……..what with Zebra-striping of the road, hallucinogenic mushrooms, a teetering front
    stone and brick wall, and exotic offerings at the supermarche………fully understandable that you would call the close of this day as a
    "warm January day." Here on the Westcoast of Canada, the 4th of February is soon drawing to a close……Cheers ANGUS!

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    1. Thank you. I'll change it. My ten minutes for blogging first thing in the morning is clearly not my 'sharpest'' moment.

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    2. Thank you. I'll change it. My ten minutes for blogging first thing in the morning is clearly not my 'sharpest'' moment.

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  2. When Bob has sorted out the meaning of life, will he let me know please? I'm darned if I can figure it out at all !
    White vans with flashing orange lights?, men with clipboards? deep discussions? oh dear, it doesn't bode well.

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  3. One can relax as Sophie occupies herself in the harmless pursuit of barking at unimpressed finches.

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    1. She'll dream up something more devastating tomorrow.

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  4. Lisa and Cherry in TokyoFebruary 5, 2016 at 8:38 AM

    What a beautiful portrait of Bob, looking both relaxed and dignified. PONs somehow have very expressive paws.

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  5. We are all doorway dogs and we don't move unless it is absolutely necessary. A human who just wishes to pass through a door does not constitute a necessity.

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  6. Bob does take his guarding role seriously

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  7. Hi Angus, it's a warm "February" day in your last sentence....time surely is moving too fast for you too.
    Sophie is back to her diva self and all is well in the world again.

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    1. Early morning cobwebs in the brain ! Thanks. I'll change it.

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  8. I do so love the last picture, with the sun setting on the ROF, and Bob on duty in the doorway!

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  9. Bob looks so regal in that first photo -- Him being "on guard" at the front door at the end of the day, could there be anything more reassuring?

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