Sweet and Sour Summer
Today I took the short trip to a nearby village where I was to view a property. The young couple and their two children were delightful. I then walked along the canal tow path with my dog squeezing past the shire horse and the boatman as they towed the long boat and it's waving passengers, accompanied by the little terrier wearing a little red kerchief.The sun was blazing down and the ducks were playing. The Mallard drakes were chasing the hens to much rowdy objection and rejection whilst the odd swan glided by with out a trickle in the cool, fresh water shaded by the weeping willows on the opposite bank.
Passers-by greeted me and many stopped for a chat. Dog walkers, parents with babies in pushchairs, families on bikes and little boy racers with stabilizers.
Even the youngsters who were wired for sound nodded and smiled.
I stopped at the cottage cafe. The one with the many teapots adorning the cob walls on outdoor shelving, sheltered by an over hanging thatched roof.
My dog and I sat beside the little pond framed in wild flowers and arching shrubs, listening to the waterfall.
On the next table were three young ladies who it would appear were teachers. They had ordered the rather exotic and extravagant afternoon tea which stood in tiers centre stage. The whole time I was there they were bitching about their underlings, breaking into raptures of laughter and then they would each sing their own praises about how terribly perfect they each were and would have done it this way or that.
I think the sooner we all realise that everyone is different and we all possess different skills and provide varying pleasures the better.
I noticed how they revelled in tripping their colleagues up instead of teaching and nurturing them into how a thing should be done and they were typically talking about the children like they knew what was best for them and as if they were possessions with which to prove their own self worth.
The drive home was also a little flawed as not one but two scenic routes had been closed so I could only use the motorway. I'm sure there was a good reason.
Comments (42)
How did their day fare for them after your departure.
Would you suppose Sweet or Sour ?
The guiding hand of faith and all that
It is a pretty picture you have crafted us.
I think I was just trying to say we have to live and let live and take the rough with the smooth.
As I just said, 'Tomorrow is another day'
thank you comerainshine for allowing this "diversion" from your blog..
That sure got me interested
Just kidding
Not at all a problem. It now belongs to us all to scrutinise or enjoy.
I hope you're well!
I love your name. I've yet to meet a non smoker on a dating site who doesn't smoke. ugh
I think all the girls were single. I wonder why!
I gave them up years ago. Along with all my other bad habits
thank you you are both sweet to ask me how I am ..I like it
how right you are, how are yo keeping today.
and hello to snookums too
I just wanted to say that life is what we make it. Look for the good and the bad will sink into insignificance. Well hopefully.
There are of course issues that need much debate, correction and consideration... well that is debate I think
and I do hope you are keeping well also
why don't you spoil us with a picture now?!and a blog!!
Umm yes I could have written quite an exciting story with that title I guess.
did you follow a writing class?!
I will write a blog and dedicate it to you, keep an eye out for it.
As for the photo. Well I may put one up soon
No. I'm just a bit of a dreamer.
The little dog in the kerchief was a good touch
Interesting Story! Even sound peaceful..
Are you a writer?! If not! I do think that you have a skill for it!. With a chapter 2 or maybe a chapter 3.
Thanks!..
I wish I could have shared some of my sunshine with you today!
thanks