Overnight there has been a lightning storm. It brings some much needed rain. Around midnight Sophie decides to wander upstairs to sleep under the dressing room table. As all PONs know it's prudent for even the bravest dog to be near your family amid banshee winds and growling thunder.
As the sun rises we're off along the ridge to the donkey field. Usually, Sophie walks on the tarmac but today is a day for sashaying through the leaves. This makes a very satisfying ( to PON ears ) crunching noise. Where the leaves have blown into piles she flips on her back and squirms with joy. Some piles are pounced on in a burst of tail wagging delight.
Down through the sunflower fields to the stream. Minnows are ineptly fished for. Then back up the hill, into the car and off to the cafe. Today we choose the cafe with the audacious sparrows that flock around the table in hope of croissant crumbs. We're early and are the only people there although the new drive thru baguette window is doing a roaring trade. Today dog and master discuss the early recall of Congress and the Russian move on Belarus. Putin can't allow Belarus to be free so things in Minsk are looking bleak.
A rather attractive fraisier ( oddly ) decorated with raspberries catches my eye.
Another high summer morning where life gently drifts along.