A very good morning from Bob....
.... and a very good morning from Sophie.
The angelic duo join me in the kitchen before heading out to check on the garden. This, it is mutually agreed, is going to be the best day ever.
A walk down the hill to see the cows in the field at the crossroads. Three calves peer at us as we wander by. Aunts lie protectively at four points of the compass. On our way back up the hill Sophie races ahead. She finds a dead sparrow which she carries triumphantly in her jaws. Bob and Angus follow along behind discussing whether the impeachment clause of the US Constitution is effectively null and void. Bob says he'll wait until July 17th before forming a view.
This is the time of the year when the farmers harvest the wheat . A fleet of open topped lorries rush backwards and forwards taking the grain to the local silo. The grain trucks hurtle over the village speed bump with a rattle and a bang that has the PONs standing on their hind legs at the gate. Some trucks hit the speed bump too quickly throwing grain onto the tarmac. The egrets swoop down and make short work of this unexpected offering. Sophie becomes incandescent with rage a they strut around in front of her.
At the greengrocers a sign has appeared explaining the different varieties of tomato on sale.
We buy a kilo of tomatoes which should last us for a while.
This is something I'd never heard of let alone thought about : https://neurocritic.blogspot.com/2019/06/the-shock-of-unknown-in-aphantasia.html
6 comments:
Gosh - having aphantasia must be difficult for people. The best part about a great book for me is that I can picture characters and scenes like a movie in my head.
Your range of tomatoes is spectacular. They look like good tasty ones too, rather than the hydrroponic flavorless ones we often get here.
Pats to the Pons.
We can buy several types of tomato here, but none of them seem to have much flavour to them - except the cherry tomatoes, and even they are hit and miss. The joys of supermarket shopping !
Might be a best day here, too, for Inca Lab., as she's watched me make the back seat of the car ready for her to relax on, when a friend and I go out to visit, and there will be biscuits and cake !
Aphantasia is not something I've ever heard of either, but I wonder if, in the "old" days, people suffering from it were accused of lack of imagination?
Hari OM
Yet again, I envy you your greengrocery! The things I can envisage doing with such variety... (no blank imagery in this gal!) YAM xx
I know the "margold" tomatoes, also in the photo below the sign, as "ananas" because they are so sweet they are like pineapples. The cupidissimo are another favorite--so fleshy you can cut them and grill them like steaks.
Your description of the egrets and the wheat is poetic.
Sorry to say that I now have Mr. S singing in my head, "Egrets, too few to mention . . . "
It looks increasingly as if the impeachment clause isn't the only part of the Constitution nullified. A poet was arrested by immigration types in California the other day for public recitation of words critical of them.
Those tomatoes look wonderously imperfect! We only get those hard, perfect-looking, tasteless things.
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