A quick detour to the supermarket for some cashew nuts. We're looking for the curry flavoured ones but they've sold out. The thyme and rosemary , cream and onion and grilled paprika varieties seem strangely unenticing. The Manhattanites are on the phone early. Congress is in session and the Senate starts next week. A legislative logjam awaits as voting rights legislation clashes with stimulus and debt bills. The word filibuster hovering over everything.
The drive through bakers is returning to pre-pandemic levels of activity. I order a croissant and a coffee which are consumed under the trees in the car park. Then there's time for a twenty minute tour of the shopping centre flower beds. The two mallards that consider the pavement outside the electrical store to be home are chased, ineptly. Sophie considers a tour of the shopping centre car park to be the height of sophistication. A partially eaten burger is found under a tree. Two bites are quickly taken and wolfed down before it is 'removed'.
The wisteria has put on a late, manic, growth spurt. The branches wave around in front of the security lights and come on, annoyingly, whenever there's a two in the morning gust of wind. Later today Angus will scale a ladder and start to trim it back into some semblance of shape.
Readers of a nervous disposition will be spared the details of what occurs between photos 4 and 5 being taken. Suffice it to say there are few , if any, late sleepers in the village this morning. The C-A-T , which seems to have taken up residence in the garden of The Rickety Old Farmhouse , segues off to the left. Sophie hurtles 'vocally' to the right.
So starts a Monday morning in a village in deepest, deepest France profonde.
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Bertie also considers a walk through a car park involving a half eaten burger to be the height of sophistication..
Your wisteria seems to have a mind of its own, with its multiple flowerings and manic growth spurts. Our own little potted wisteria is currently sending out long, weird tendrils, after not blooming at all in the past year - I wish it could take lessons from yours. Meanwhile, Sophie also seems to have better taste than Charlie, who decided to eat a pencil on Friday night. Pencils these days are lead-free, but wood is indigestible, so we spent much of the weekend monitoring Charlie's gastrointestinal activity. Fortunately, by the time we were able to reach the vet on Monday morning, the reports were good. Cherry had so many exotic health issues over the years, we are probably oversensitized - I really cannot recall a single occasion where the vet's advice was that we didn't need to bring her in immediately. Meanwhile, I am afraid that we may be boring the vet with Charlie's more mundane misadventures. I do like that sassy cat.
Time to name the cat...
I love cashew nuts but have only ever come across ordinary ones - either plain or salted - the selection of flavours you have are positively exotic.
Be thankful that you seem to have been "adopted" by just one cat - and such a pretty one too! There are currently four in Inca's garden - the original feral tabby Momma and two rapidly growing kittens. Now there's a sleek white male cat, which I suspect is a domestic cat that has either been abandoned (sadly a very common occurrence here) or escaped. Or worse still, has his eye on Mamma cat! I'm not quite sure how many we're feeding, but we're getting through a lot of cat food. Unless I get in touch with cat rescue to come and collect them, we're likely to be over-run! I'm happy to pay to have them all "fixed" and even take them back to live in the garden if they can't rehome them. It may seem cruel, but I don't want them living in the house.
Thanks for the glimpse into life in paradise
Bold as brass comes to mind, as I look at the last photo. It appears that a girl PONS work is never done....
Hari OM
LOL - my exact same thought! YAM xx
"Sassy" is a good name for the C-A-T.
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