Thursday, December 1, 2011
Time for everything.
The fog has finally lifted . This morning we're greeted by blue skies and bright sunshine . Perfect weather for an old , blind Polish Lowland Sheepdog to explore the riverbank . Kingfishers , finches and wrens darting round him as he feels his way carefully , paw by paw, through the shallow water. The old fellow exudes quiet canine contentment . Mud and scents . What better start to a day ? No reason to hurry him along .
It's late by the time we make it to the bakers. Croissants all gone . The pre-breakfast beer and absinthe crowd now sunning themselves on the bench outside the town hall. Their places at the cafe taken by young mothers and a noisy gaggle of pre-schoolers . Wilf settles down under the table with his bowl of water and regulation piece of croissant . The waitress laughs. The pre-schoolers wave at him . He concentrates on his croissant .
To the greengrocers on our way back to the car . The first of the seasons Corsican tangerines . Fresh and juicy . The owners wife tries to interest me in the Kakis that have been delivered that morning . I never know what people do with them . Wilf sits on the pavement while we talk . As old PON's know : 'There is time for everything '.