Saturday, October 22, 2016
C'est tout grace.
Some mornings the sky is just so blue.....
.... and the air so clear
..... and the wind so soft. You just have to marvel at the purpose behind this perfect symmetry . The Very Old Farmer used to say that mornings like this were 'C'est tout grace'. It's all grace. A phrase which combines a countrymans practicality, philosophy and piety in equal measure. The essence of France profonde.
Then, as if there's any doubt that this is the best day ever, the PON boy runs through the fields, fishes inelegantly for minnows in the stream and finds malodorous excitement at every point of the compass. He is having a legs tangled joy overload.
His sister is busy destuffing a toy hog. The squeaker was the first thing to go. Removed and discarded in thirty seconds.
And that in short is the wonder and constant laughter of a dog owners life on a quiet Saturday morning.