Thursday, October 5, 2017

El sueno de la razon produce monstruos.

Dry and warm. Bob demonstrates his enthusiasm for life by racing along the lane. His sister opts to walk alongside her master at a more measured pace.

This morning Sophie finds some over ripe windfall quinces in the bottom of a drainage ditch. These are tasted but fail to generate the same degree of enthusiasm she's shown for over ripe windfall pears.

Bob sits by me on the storm drain. We talk about the British Prime Ministers coughing fit. Angus feels sorry for the poor woman. Bob leans into me as we discuss why some people are angry that the Spanish King didn't say a few words of Catalan in his speech to the nation. 'El Sueno de la razon produce monstruos' says Angus using a line made famous by Goya. Bob wanders off to see what his sister is doing. Bob, it seems, is not keen on quinces.

A group of thirty or so pilgrims wander down the ox track at the side of The Rickety Old Farmhouse. They sing as they go. The singing elicits a response from the PONs. The pilgrims sing more loudly. The PONs up their game.

The ladies from the Women's Cooperative work away. The sound of Aude, the bi-polar decaratrice, chatting away happily to herself drifts onto the lane through two open windows. Why the other windows in the drawing room aren't opened is presumably something to do with the light. Progress remains steady but glacial. There is another late morning break for chanting.

Singing pilgrims and chanting painters. No wonder the PONs think it's been the best day ever.

The perils of free samples :


  1. I too feel sorry for Mrs May, but pity is not what you want to be feeling for your country's leader.
    Oh to be a PON in a happy home.

  2. Perhaps the alcohol content in the fermenting quinces isn't quite as interesting as that in the pears.

    1. More likely that there's fewer juicy worms in the quinces.

  3. Hari OM
    True, if the good do nothing mischief will have its way... and mischief is pretty determined. Just look upon a PON! YAM xx

  4. The ox track running just alongside the house is a wonderful picture. I wonder how long it has been since oxen trod this path. The Goya quote put me in mind of Edmund Burke: “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.”

  5. Bob racing down the lane and Sophie walking sedately with you? Sounds like they've changed personalities.

  6. I can't help feeling that so many of the world's problems would be solved if only the Leaders of each country would join in with the chats you and Bob have on the storm drain.
    Chanting and singing, but no croissants?

  7. You and Bob discussing politics reminds me of the saying, "If you want a friend in washington get a dog." Maybe our president should consider getting one, perhaps they could talk some sense into him.