Sunday, August 22, 2010

Sunday reveries.





Left out of the front gate, across the village green, then past the war memorial where Jerome, the old farmers black labrador, has been sitting waiting patiently at the church door. Freed from his daily round of ploughing by the Sabbath he trots briskly over to join us. A new, but seemingly timeless Sunday morning routine. Despite the early hour it's already getting warm . The weather forecast on the radio says it may be the hottest day of the year. As we pass the pond a hundred frogs, one after the other, hop, then splash into the water. Nature as if synchronised by Busby Berkeley.

On we go, the three of us, along the lane, past the last of the houses, through the burnt ochre fields of shrivelled sunflowers into the walnut and hazelnut groves. Here in the dappled shade Wilf and Jerome run free. Finally exhausted, the two old fellows slump on top of the ridge, eyes turned towards the line of anvil heads already building up on the horizon. The daily battle between the searing heat of the Spanish cordella and the chill, moist air of the high Pyrenees.

Wilf and Jerome soon settle down, paw to paw in the cool, shaded, grass. I stand behind them, my back to a tree, happy in their simple contentment. They look out entranced across the plain to the mountains. While I see the fields, the hamlets and the mountains they seem to see so much more. Beyond the rising rose coloured clouds a glimpse of their role in this world of mystery and beauty, grace and wonderment. A sense of their origins beyond the bounds of sense. All underneath this Sunday sun of heaven. Bliss for man and dog.

When we get back to the village half a dozen local farmers are setting up the stalls for the Sunday 'bio' market. The simple, season driven childhood life of my father and grandfathers. Lost elsewhere but still holding on here.

17 comments:

  1. Nice to think some things stay the same. Sounds like a very relaxing Sunday.

    XXXOOO Daisy, Kendra & Bella

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  2. So well put, "nature synchronised by Busby Berkely". You've made my Sunday. I shall go seek out a farmers market today.

    Yankee Gal

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  3. What a lovely sermon for a Sunday morning. Of course, as I read this on my iPad, Petey is still in the deepest slumber, ears hanging off the bed. Mica the cat sandwiches me in on the other side. At 20+ years of age, he has decided he only wants to drink fresh running water from the bathroom faucet, so he is ever alert to any motion from me that could result in a beverage for him. Very different scenarios, yet that same ancient sense of deep contentment free of any worries,

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  4. Your telling about you and the dogs together reminds me of what I call a "perfect moment," where everything comes together and is perfect. I think you have a lot of them--Thank-you for doing such a beautiful job in telling us about them. I hope you're having an enjoyable Sunday!

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  5. Angus, I feel as if I have just been transported to another world. Thank you for this beautiful post.

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  6. Your description is so beautifully written that I felt like I was with you. It's wonderful to visualize Wilf and Jerome playing and then relaxing together on the ridge. I could see the anvil clouds in my mind's eye - the same battle is played out here almost every summer day. A simple yet wonderful interlude in life.

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  7. I felt like I was there with you in that golden bubble. It's moments like that we wish we could hang on to forever! That's one of the times I wish I could hear what's happening in their heads.

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  8. That sounds so beautiful - all of it. It's not hard to understand why you chose to live where you do when you put it like that.

    lotsa licks, Lola

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  9. Contentment...a beautiful feeling. Ms Posy is curled up in "her" chair next to our desk without a worry in the world.

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  10. i wish i was there, but at least i can feel like i was there after reading your beautiful description!

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  11. Mom just let out a big sigh after reading this...you must have made hers very happy and content. :) Lovely post today.

    Woofs and Licks,
    Maggie Mae

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  12. french vegetables.......if only they entered out flower show!!!

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  13. A sense of their origins beyond the bounds of sense. I don't know what it means but it made me gulp, then pause, then sigh. You are 100% right dogs do live beyond our senses.

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  14. Ah, I feel happy in simple contentment reading your beautiful, evocative post, MacBook and tired dog competing for space in my lap..
    Gail.

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  15. Lovely pictures and word and images..just what some of us need on a Savannah like August day (yup-hot, humid, PM thunderstorms making it more humid).
    Zach

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