Sapotilles from Thailand make an appearance in the greengrocers exotic fruits section.
Beets seem to be more to the liking of the locals.
The newsagent has installed a counter that sells soft candies of a type that shout out 'tooth decay'. There is a already a queue of impatient seven year olds wanting to buy them as they wait for the school bus.
The baker has made Brioche Royale. The PONs give this 10/10. We don't buy a brioche but we do buy a raspberry tart. On our way home a stone chip flies up and creates a small but visible crack in the Volvo's windscreen. Is it my imagination or does it start to get larger ? This morning Bob and Angus will visit Car Glass.
It rains. Soft, gentle, warm rain. The PONs charge round the garden in search of freshly watered scents. Sophie goes hunting for pheasants. The pheasants in the long grass have nothing to fear. She howls with delight.
The rain is followed by bright sunshine. The plants around the well seem to shoot up in front of our eyes. This year it seems we shall be following the flower beds as jungle approach to gardening. Bob guards his house and flock from the front door step.
So starts a quiet Wednesday morning in deepest, deepest France profonde.
A European v US map of life expectancy :
Dog owners might find this story of a move to Oregon interesting . Sophie would seem to have a soul mate : http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.fr/2010/11/dogs-dont-understand-basic-concepts.html