Saturday, December 3, 2016
Trial and error has taught Sophie that a slightly lopsided position is the most comfortable way of sleeping when wearing two collars. She sleeps in one bed and wedges the collar against the high side of another. I find myself telling her aloud that there's only another four days before the stitches come out and the collar is put away. Sophie is not in the slightest bit upset by the collar or her unusual sleeping position. She's just raring to chase blackbirds.
While little sister sleeps big brother keeps watch.
Loic the heavily bifocaled gardener blows leaves into piles. Bob races around , nose down, scattering the leaves. Loic , being one of Gods 'gentler' souls is gloriously unperturbed by his four footed companions trail of destruction.
Along the lane outside The Rickety Old Farmhouse the leaves from the plane trees have fallen and filled the drainage ditches. Why aren't there any leaves on the tarmac ?
The little routines of a winter Saturday morning with a diva and her worried brother in deepest, deepest France profonde.