Friday, January 10, 2020
A task and a half.
The Old Farmer is up and about early to cut his lawn. The small lawn tractor that he uses is barely up to the task . It wheezes and gulps.
On the road here The Old Farmer saw a lorry with Lithuania number plates. He waved the driver down. The unsuspecting Lithuanian is told a lengthy tale about the war, a German prisoner of war camp for French officers,his fathers tomb on the Belarus frontier and the kindness of locals. He and the Old Farmer exchange phone numbers. What language they have communicated in is left unsaid. This may be a case of international bemusement. More importantly this is the sort of devil may care thing you can do when you're in your late eighties.
Our neighbour also tells me that earlier in the day he saw two cranes flying Eastwards . ' We'll have a bitter spell in two weeks. Better be prepared ' I'm told with countryman certainty.
Sophie continues to look like a dog that is suffering from neglect.
Cardoons in the greengrocers. We had them once in Scotland but 'The Font' vowed never to do them again. The amount of work was immense and the end result forgettable.
Something unlabeled on the spice counter. Small peppers ?