Post by racaille on Jun 23, 2010 13:35:59 GMT
Our riding year is over (apart from the fete du club next week) - it is now too hot to do much. So P and I have been wandering slowly about the countryside early in the morning.
It was so very beautiful today: the sky was sapphire blue, with three buzzards lazily riding the thermals overhead. I was mobbed by a flock of swifts - I thought one was going to hit me in the face! I came out of the woods into a clearing where I was hit by the scent of hot pines and then the sweet smell of wild thyme as P stepped through a carpet of it, as clouds of orange butterflies swirled around us.
And the cicadas have started up - hot weather
I am so grateful to have a lovely gent like Paco, who is perfectly happy to potter around, just the two of us. He's fittening up again as we go up and down the hills - I might have to try it myself! ;D
It was so very beautiful today: the sky was sapphire blue, with three buzzards lazily riding the thermals overhead. I was mobbed by a flock of swifts - I thought one was going to hit me in the face! I came out of the woods into a clearing where I was hit by the scent of hot pines and then the sweet smell of wild thyme as P stepped through a carpet of it, as clouds of orange butterflies swirled around us.
And the cicadas have started up - hot weather
I am so grateful to have a lovely gent like Paco, who is perfectly happy to potter around, just the two of us. He's fittening up again as we go up and down the hills - I might have to try it myself! ;D
If you can't be a good example -- then you'll just have to be a horrible warning.
