Saturday, August 27, 2011
The wings of angels.
Yesterdays thunderstorm proved to be a half hearted affair. It arrived at lunchtime, rattled the window frames a few times and then quickly disappeared , leaving the skies as blue and cloudless as they had been earlier in the day . Wilf slept unconcernedly through it all. By the time of his evening walk , batteries fully recharged , he had the energy to make a full tour of the village . Vacation homes shuttered, chateau gates padlocked , only Kelly for company . The newly vacated houses a reminder that the holiday season is over and autumn's on the way.
A long queue at the bakers this morning . The bread when it arrives straight from the ovens warm and soft . Wilf sits at the front door of the shop, harlequin patterned lead wrapped round the downpipe, head high , happily sniffing the promise laden air . The freshly baked smell of France . A little old lady wearing a chintz apron stops as she leaves the bread shop, tousles his hair and slips him a small piece from the end of her flute de campagne . He beams . Old dogs know better than most that " the wings of angels are often found on the backs of the least likely people ".
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I am just about to turn out the light and go to sleep. Edward's head is resting on my leg and by his breathing I can tell he's already dreaming. Funny how I can look down and him and see WIlf at the door of the bakery. Miles melt between these two.ReplyDelete
Old dogs are wise creatures indeed!ReplyDelete
Couldn't sleep -- its 3:07 am -- how fun to be one of the first to see Wilf this morning and smell that delicious just-baked bread. Beautiful photos too. Enjoy the day, dear friends!ReplyDelete
Yup, anyone who gives us a treat is instantly raised to angel status.ReplyDelete
XXXOOO Daisy, Kendra & Bella
Wilf the village charmer - so happy about you all having a good time. Love from Southern Italy Susanne, Daisy and FoxiieReplyDelete
Beautifully written. There's a serenity about his that cannot be missed.ReplyDelete
MAXMOM IN SOUTH AFRICA
There is a saying about not waiting for people to be kind, but that they should be shown how to be--Wilf always shows that!ReplyDelete
A wonderful day for Wilf. A full tour of the village, a long nap, and a kind gesture from a stranger. I think that Wilf brings out the best in people.ReplyDelete
We are not surprised that you scored some bread, Wilf. We would have given you the whole loaf!ReplyDelete
Wyatt and Stanzie
KB is so right. Wilf does bring out the best in people! Here's to another wonderful day!!ReplyDelete
I always like your quotes, but today's may be one of my very favorites.ReplyDelete
I don't see how anyone could resist giving Wilf a bite or two of whatever he wanted! I certainly couldn't. I'm not sure I'd like living in a tourist area where everyone left after the season. But then again, I just don't like people leaving.
You will perhaps notice that I didn't mention Apple in that post. She slept soundly through the whole experience in her favourite spot behind the chaise lounge. I do think PONS are extraordinary and I knew you'd relate to the story. Although I didn't realize how much. Wilf and Digby are your true familiy heroes. Bless them both.ReplyDelete
Lovely, a beautiful picture painted right before my very eyes.ReplyDelete
x (for Wilf!)
Are those buildings churches or houses? Whatever they are, they're beautiful.ReplyDelete
I've often wondered just what dogs smell that we don't.