Monday, June 30, 2014
Gratitude is the memory of the heart.
The lost baggage finally arrives. Packed inside there are squeaky toys for Bob and Sophie. Within twenty minutes the '' indestructible '' starfish have had their five arms reduced to four. Neither squeaks.
A flat bottomed barge flying the Union flag is moored by the river. How did it get from England to southern France ? It must have been 'fun' crossing the English channel in something that small .
Violent thunderstorms all afternoon. A section of the gutter running along the font of the house crashes onto the lane bringing the downpipe with it. Bob and Sophie head, with their starfish, into the downstairs library - as far away from the crashes and bangs as they can get. When 'the font' starts to bake a strawberry pie they move into the kitchen. There they remain, happily oblivious to the gales outside, until dinner is served.
In the garden ,yesterdays puddle, augmented by the heavy rain, has turned into a muddy lake. Sophie finds this irresistible. She spends the day sporting a very wet nose and a mud coated chin. PON wisdom - Water always tastes sweeter when its muddy.