Wednesday, April 20, 2016
The merely curious.
Humans may think seven am is early but for two healthy Polish Lowland Sheepdogs it's not. There's a garden to patrol, an orchard to guard, blackbirds to chase and a laurel hedge to explore. All of this before breakfast !
We have two local papers. In our absence the less conservative of the two has written an article about the 'swaying Jesus'. This is along the lines of those National Enquirer stories about miraculous visions that appear in cinnamon rolls at Denny's. The little lady in the purple hat is quoted as saying the statue 'spoke' to her. A stricter editorial policy might have settled for 'creaked' rather than 'spoke'. A small but constant trickle of the overly devout and the merely curious now stop and park by the churchyard.
As the sun sets Angus appears in the garden with a bottle of St.Estephe and two glasses. ' The bees are busy tonight ' says Angus. " That noise must be a tractor " says 'The Font' before adding " Inside! Quick! It's a swarm ". It is. Thousands of them.They head in a dense black cloud up the hill and settle as a thick blanket on the sun warmed bricks above the terrace. Bob and Sophie, who are napping, are ordered inside. For once they do as they're told.
That was "interesting" says 'The Font' as if escaping from swarming bees is something that we do every day. So ends another 24 hours in deepest, deepest France profonde. ''