Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Liberated gravel ?
Another day of blue skies . After the long winter this arrival of sunshine and warmth still novel enough to be commented on. The rock crystal chandelier in the church alive and gleaming in the early morning light.
Across the lane the two cows wander over to see if I've brought them anything to eat. The bad farmer is back into his neglectful phase. They've not been fed in a week. Some solace in the fact that fresh grass is springing up through the mud.
In the library yesterdays purchase of red roses already looking droopy and forlorn. Not such a great deal after all.
Seven am . The old farmer arrives with another truck load of gravel . '' An early bird catches the worm " he says cheerfully while reversing down the drive. With a sudden ' whoosh ' he deposits two and a half tons in front of the barn. A mini Matterhorn of pebbles and grit. '' I'll be back at the same time tomorrow ". A wave of the hand, a beep of the horn and he's off. ' The font ' notices that the large pile of gravel at the municipal road maintenance depot in the neighbouring commune is rapidly shrinking. Coincidence ?