Sophie is snoring like a trooper when I tiptoe downstairs. She wakes and joins me in the kitchen. This morning the family diva suffers a joy overload. Her feet move up and down like pistons, her tail wags like an overwound metronome and her whole body sways from side to side. She emits weird rising and falling wailing noises. One happy lady. This is definitely going to be the best day ever. Angus tickles her chin and tells her she's the prettiest PON girl in France. The wailing and tail wagging step up a notch as she absorbs this news.
We pause at the crossroads. The storms have washed a patch of mud and sunflowers onto the small lane that runs alongside. We try to understand how this happened. Was it caused by a small tornado ? Why were the sunflowers at the edge of the field left undisturbed while others were uprooted ? Our train of thought is interrupted by the young garagiste beeping his horn as he races by. Ten seconds later the old farmer in the Toyota Land Cruiser with the manic Westie does the same.
To the cafe in the little market town. A so-so croissant that's more like brioche. The PONs each receive a curled end and share a bowl of water. They rank all croissants as truly great . They drink noisily and lick their lips theatrically.
The pre-schoolers are up and out early. Working parents dropping them off at the kindergarten at seven. The little ones sit in the porch of the little abbey church and look up at the weird and wonderful carvings of demons and monsters. Saints are ignored - they just don't hack it. The children giggle and wave at Bob and Sophie. Both PONs, unsure about the wall of sound emanating from these small humans, pick up their pace and hurry along.
Just another day in deepest France profonde with two happy ( and cooler ) dogs.
5 comments:
Past as prologue? Or as Faulkner said, "The past isn't dead. It isn't even past." Today is the anniversary of Nixon's resignation of the presidency, and look where we are.
Glad your weather is cooler. I love reading about the morning routine in your village, people waving and honking as they go by -- there's a kind of needed sanity in such ordinariness.
Goodness, I was a teenager then, and we thought those clothes were the last gasp in fashion! I recall a school friend's parents came back from the States with a couple of paper A-line dresses for her. We were green with envy!
Lovely photo of the group of what look like happy and engaged pre-schoolers.
Sounds like a great day in your town. The pre schoolers look well behaved.
The "Space Motel" looks really groovy and staying there would have been the best day ever! :-)
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