Wednesday, March 10, 2021

A 'vocal' start to the day.


'Good morning' from Sophie who has woken at six and suggested that her family join her in start of day festivities.

A wonderful pink crescent moon our companion as we head off down the lane. It hangs languorously just above the horizon before disappearing into the dawn.  By the time we've greeted the village goats, geese, horses and donkeys it's light enough to see that Sophie's coat is the longest it's ever been. Somewhere under three inches of fur lurks a Polish Lowland Sheepdog.  The hair on her undercarriage has now reached the length where it collects everything -grass,twigs,mud -  she walks over. We stop, briefly, on the storm drain to discuss 'royal confessions' but Sophie is soon distracted by a rustling in the bushes along the lane and wanders off. 


The weather is not yet balmy enough for Sophie's fur to be trimmed. High teens during the day but a chilly two or three degrees in the wee hours. The shaggy look will last for a few more days.


The onion field looks as thought it could do with some rain.


On the verge by the old Roman fort a swathe of wild hyacinths. I stop to take a picture which irritates a group of happy early rising bees . It would be nice to think that some Roman legionnaire also stopped to look at the wild hyacinths on his way down the hill.



September dreaming - vaccines willing : 

https://innabovetide.com/

And recently (re)opened

https://hoteldrisco.com/



6 comments:

Lisa in France said...

Sophie's winter coat is a thing of beauty. We have discovered that Charlie is drip-dry. Five minutes after becoming soaking wet, he's already largely dry - another sign of his duck-retriever heritage, I guess. Looking at homes for sale in Sausalito has been one of my pandemic pastimes.

WFT Nobby said...

I admire your patience in allowing Sophie her luxuriant coat for a while longer. When Bertie's coat gets to the grass, twigs and mud gathering stage, my patience runs out whatever the temperatures! His leg furs, when longer, are particularly prone to catching twigs, which he finds uncomfortable and so he sits down and refuses to walk on until I have removed the offending item.
Cheers, Gail.

Coppa's girl said...

I'm always grateful that Inca's fur is true Labrador - short and dries quickly, no matter how wet she seems to get. Have you tried a conditioner on Sophie's coat after her bath? Might make her easier to groom and less likely to pick up every stick and blade of grass.
It must be over 30 years since we toured California and stayed for a week in San Francisco. Our several visits to Sausalito are very much in my memory, even now. We also stayed in Carmel on our travels south, and lingered far too long looking at properties with a view to moving there permanently.

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
One day - one long day hence - it will be figured out how to get rain from places like here by the Hutch, to places like that onion field... in my sci-fi dreamscape world! YAM xx

Bailey Bob Southern Dog said...

Enjoyed today’s photos! In the second one, Sophie seems to be saying, ‘follow me I’ll show you the way’.

Fay said...

Beautiful blue hyacinths. Ah, the Inn Above Tides, in our old hometown of Sausalito. We've had many dinners in the apartments of the previous owners (now deceased). It's odd to think of Sausalito as a travel destination, rather than a hometown, just as, I suppose, it would seem odd for you to vacation in your little village....