Can Bob be slowly turning grey ? There is a decided 'lightening' at the temples.
There again maybe it's just the early morning sunshine.
By the far gate into the garden a sudden burst of colour.
Scores of these bright flowers have taken root and started to flower. A surprising sight in January and something that wasn't there last year.
Have they lain dormant for a decade waiting for this mild wet winter ? Or have they been brought here by birds or little things that scurry along the bottom of the drainage ditch ? The photo doesn't show them clearly but they stretch for at least twenty yards along the road. The PONs are singularly uninterested.
The mayors wife drives by in her car. Despite having had a number of hip replacements ( the mayor says five but surely he must mean three ? ) and being in great pain she always smiles and stops to say hello. Today she informs me that the day for the annual village '' best garden and best kept house " awards will be in the Salle des Fetes in two weeks time. Winners ( everyone in the village is a winner whether they enter or not ) receives one of her dried root vegetable arrangements.
Into the little market town with Bob. Sophie remains at home in the kitchen.
We look at the menu for the day. For $10 not bad. The secret to eating reasonably in France is to always choose the '' Formule " rather than go a la carte. Bob sniffs the air with authoritative interest as if to say '' The Magret de Canard is good today ''.