The heating has been on for the last four days. Last night with the mercury falling the first fire of the winter is lit. The PONs hair, which has been under control through the summer, seems to have put on a spurt of growth. Can coat growth be triggered by plunging temperatures ? Despite the chill Sophie feels cosy enough to spend much of her day sleeping outside in the weak sunshine.
This morning grey skies and an absence of people in the little market town. The locals still adjusting to the onset of winter by staying indoors.
We go to the cheese shop. A rather snooty lady serves us. She ignores the PONs who are on their best behaviour and are sitting bombarding her with '' We love cheese ! " telepathy. She is unmoved.
Better luck at cafe that's like stepping into a 1950's time warp with its formica tables. The bad tempered matron who's usually behind the counter isn't there. A youngish woman brings me a coffee (watery), a croissant and ( unbidden ) some pastry pieces for the angelic duo.
For lunch we pick up a lunchtime Dame de Lectoure for 'The Font' and a Chocolate Eclair for me.
The churchyards getting busy with families tidying up their family graves ahead of All Souls . The custom is to decorate the graves with chrysanthemums. By the car park an enterprising old man has set up a flower stall inside the bicycle sheds. He's bought a hundred or so plants from the supermarket at E5.99 each and is selling them for E14.00. He hasn't bothered removing the supermarket price tags.
And here is a sermon from Washington. The story of the deer and the murdered body at the 35 minute mark appealed to the Celtic surgeon who was at the service. https://youtu.be/SiePqDemyBI?t=1770
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Thank you for posting the link to the service. We didn't know it was happening and watched it all. What lovely singing at 1.12 point. There are a lot of folks who will find the story about the deer reassuring this morning. Love xxx Cheryl and Gwenn.
Ohh the choice of cakes is much nicer. We applause your choices, and might have added a Forest Noire to share as well.
I think Cats and Dogs do get a heavier growth of fur as the weather cools. Miss Pops gets a bit more of a lions mane look around her ruff in the winter. As it is spring now, she is moulting and leaving a trail of fluff behind her.
I have the impression that Bertie's coat grows faster once it detects the onset of cold weather. Bertie and I both find it incredible that the cheese shop lady could be immune to PON telepathy.
Cheers! Gail.
Hari Om
It's turned fierce cold here too - but by some fluke of weather systems, the Hutch is basking in sunlight and cloudless skies. Could do with my 'coat' thickening though. Triple-layer clothes will have to do. YAM xx
I may be the only person in the world who doesn't subscribe to Facebook, but in the event someone else is unable to follow your link, it can be found by Googling Matthew Shepard National Cathedral. It's certainly worth the search in order to hear Bishop Robinson. Thanks for calling it to our attention.
Thanks. I've changed the link. CC#2 said it was less mawkish and more personal in the flesh.
My grandmother had lots of chrysanthemums around her house, and I wanted to plant some in our garden in her honor. My husband informed me they were "the flower of the dead," and that people would think I was nuts. Too bad.
Thank you for the deer story on such a difficult day.
I did wonder whether the young doctor had attended. I didn't find Bishop Robinson mawkish at all. I can't recall ever seeing a eulogist receiving a standing ovation in a place of worship.
The service for Matthew Shepard was beautiful and I didn't know about the deer. Just as touching as were the interviews I saw of his parents that were truly humbling. Thank you for sharing the link.
The deer story is truly moving. Thanks, CC2 for your sensitive observation.
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Shelia, you are not the only person who does not subscribe to Facebook. Angus, thank you for changing the link. I would not have wanted to miss this Sermon.
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