Once again we're out and about early. The darkness giving way to the salmon pink of dawn. Above the sunflower fields a full moon beams down on us. It's already hot.
The old mayor has been hard at work since five forty five setting out a sprinkler on the village green. A slug has squeezed inside and is blocking the water holes. The old mayor is trying to find a way of extracting the slug without killing it.
The new mayor is also up early. He is hosting a regional mayors celebration. Traffic cones have been set up outside the village hall. There is a sign attached to one of them that says ' Reserved '. A cynic might wonder just how many cars the new mayor is expecting. Parking is not a problem in our little commune of 66 souls. I have the feeling the new mayor may have his eye open to a wider political scene.
Our tour of the village comes to a halt as Sophie stops in her steps. She thinks she's seen a C-A-T. Sensibly, she decides that it's too hot to give chase.
Five moorhen chicks on the village pond this morning. They too know that its best to get all their exrerise for the day done before the heat builds.
6 comments:
It seems entirely in character that the Old Mayor values the life of a lowly slug, I hope he was successful in his efforts. The photo of the moon over the sunflowers is lovely. I am looking forward to listening to the Marseillaise when I get home from work! I recall last year you posted a version that had the amazing lyrics in English.
The precious image of the Old Mayor trying to save the slug is one I shall carry with me all day.
Here in Aberdeen we are for once in a 'sweet spot', weather wise, with dry weather and comfortable temperatures while the London-centric media is full of advice on how to survive extreme heat, and on my cycling group's WhatsApp, a flood of photos of friends shivering in Shetland, windswept in the Western Isles and fully waterproofed near Fort William!
Cheers, Gail.
Out early here, too, into a very hot day devoid of any sound - it was so peaceful. I can feel the silence emanating from your walk with Sophie - the best part of the day.
I learned the words to La Marseille in my first year of French at school. Some have stayed with me through the years, and I can sing along for a few lines before referring to the prompt. Such a stirring song, full of passion. I remember when there was a move to replace "God Save the Queen" with "Land of Hope and Glory", but nothing ever came of it. These days more than ever we all need a rousing National song to unite us.
Good of the Old Mayor to try to save the slug - possibly not something the new mayor would bother about.
Sounds like a great start to a wonderful day,
The world would be a kinder place if it were run by people with the same "slug-saving" mind set as the old mayor.
All three verses! Inspiring. I always wake up my husband (and fox terrier) with La Marseillaise on le quatorze so was happy to see the link. Mireille Matieu was popular when I lived in France. Thank you.
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