Celebratory weather. Warm but not hot. A light breeze. Cloudless skies . Summer almost here. Nothing to trouble an old dogs arthritic limbs . Wilf gets groomed in the sunshine. Within minutes he's back to looking shaggy.First light. Out of the front door to find three errant calves in the lavender beds. The farmer trying to shoo them through the gap in the hedge. I wave . He waves and shouts , '' Je suis desole ". No point in getting angry . The calves move slowly , eyes wide. The lure of tender shoots holding them back. Let them enjoy mischief while they can . Wilf lies, curled up , in the car, snoring . Completely oblivious to their presence. On our way home the calves mothers wander over to see us. Wilf hears their breathing and , ever prudent , scurries on ahead. His speed and agility a wonder to behold.
Evening . We sit on the terrace. Due West , in the darkening sky , Jupiter and Venus beam down like two beacons. The closest and brightest the two planets will get in our lifetimes ? They'll do the same tonight before slowly drifting apart . Wilf slumbers at our feet. He must feel safe here. His flock a mere bark away . Absolute PON certainty : '' Whether or not it's clear to you , no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should ".
