A stormy night but this morning the ground's dry and the PONs are ready for a new day. Around midnight the lawn was covered in hail. It lasted all of twenty seconds before melting but lit by the lightning it was a wonderful sight.
Sophie receives ( and objects to ) her morning kiss from Bob.
Through the sunflower fields to the stream. The weather forecast seems to indicate that the extreme heat is now behind us. This will be a relief to both the human and four legged inhabitants of The Rickety Old Farmhouse.
A reasonable collection of cakes at the bakers this morning. Even better the PONs get croissant slivers, a bowl of water and hair tousles from the regular staff. Bob is told he's handsome. Sophie fidgets and squeaks with impatience.
Curried cashews at the greengrocers. 'The Font' claims not to like them but some claims can safely be disregarded.
So starts a Monday morning with Polish Lowland Sheepdogs. Mundanities too unimportant for a diary but too much part of life to go completely unrecorded.
A very Spanish rendering of a piece of music by Charpentier. It must be the high point of the drummers year : https://youtu.be/WFThaphw5Ys?t=91
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Morning from the Hutch... with the company of Gail and Bertie and a blogger friend from Canada with her hubby. We've enjoyed saying 'hi' to Bob and Sophie and eyeing up the cakes!!! YAM xx
It is good if it is cooling down a bit, although it still sounds warm enough to us. How are you all coping with the hot nights?
How are we coping with the hot nights ? PONs and owners are grateful for lots of fans.
Aha. So the Font's weakness isn't patisserie but curried cashews (which sound awesome, I must admit).
Interesting to see a woman drummer in an orchestra. And the violinist on the far left of the screen appears to be about 12 years old.
Curried cashews do indeed sound awesome.
How wonderful to have a group of friends for the reading of Bob and Sophie! I would do this every morning when traveling with friends and Bailey Bob. We would then have a morning meeting to decide the events for the day, and off we would go on our adventures!
I love Sophie’s morning kiss from Bob, and maybe she secretly does too.
Bob and Sophie and everyone here are delighted to have such a happy coterie reading the blog on the West coast !
It could also be that there is a gremlin that sneaks in at night and devours them .... but I don't think so.
Well done to the lady tympanist !
Perhaps she does ... but she hides it well.
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