Sunday, September 29, 2013

Where trust, ever childlike, no cares could destroy.



The peculiar peace of a French village Saturday. No trucks, no vans, no cars rushing past on the school run . Down in the valley the rumble of a solitary combine bringing in the last of the sunflowers. The occasional high pitched pipe of an eagle. Four middle aged couples pushing teenage children in wheelchairs . All boys of thirteen or fourteen. Brain injuries ? They walk in silence. A quick stop on their way to the shrine at Lourdes. We nod as they pass the gate . Angus finds himself silently giving thanks for devoted parents like these .

At nightfall a huge electrical storm. The whole horizon from Italy to Spain coloured blue and red by the lightning. Oddly , there's no thunder. Just a quiet growling from somewhere beyond the mountain passes.  Bob seems unsettled by the storm. The ozone ? A change in air pressure ? He barks at wraiths, taking an hour to settle down. I sit in the library where he can see me until he falls asleep. Sophie remains completely oblivious to everything and is soon snoring contentedly away. 

The quiet routines of France Profonde.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

I was awake for most of it with a very poorly cat.
It felt like a final battle between Summer and Autumn. Looking outside this morning, I believe Autumn won.
x

WFT Nobby said...

Bob is fortunate in his family, like those wheelchair bound children it seems.
Cheers, Gail (now happily humming 'Lord of all hopefulness' - even atheists have favourite hymns.)

Angus said...

Well spotted. Beautiful language is beautiful wherever it is found.

Angus said...

The weather forecast says there are more storms on the way but it's , so far, clear and bright.

Bella Roxy & Macdui said...

Sounds so peaceful.

XXXOOO Daisy, Bella & Roxy

~Kim at Golden Pines~ said...

We could use some of that quiet daily routine at our house, and some of the rain too.

I hope your day is an enjoyable one.

10NISNE1 said...

I silently give thanks every time I see an elderly or handicapped dog that is given the special care it needs.

While the quiet life can be lovely, I just moved from Alaska to Chicago for more excitement.

Angus said...

Hope the move went well. It'll certainly be busier.

KB said...

Every time I visit, I think that Bob and Sophie switched personalities somewhere along the way. I remember when Sophie was the retiring and scared one. Not any more.

Whispering Walls said...

Les poules sportives?