I have said this before, but Sundays do have a feeling and a pace all of their own.
I have been just as busy as I usually have on a weekday, but there is a a certain sense of "stillness" about today which is nice, I even noticed that the Church bell had a slower rhythm today....slightly different to its usual and slightly hysterical "The Nazis are invading!"dong.dong.dong...
Mabel who is now house trained, has been allowed the run of the cottage. It has not taken her long to make the hearth rug her own special place, and can be found at any given moment slumped in front of the fire dreaming stupid, uncomplicated bulldog dreams.
William and George however remain at the outhouse door, keenly aware that a snotty nosed female turkey is inside on sick leave ( she has a bit of a cold)
Left to their own devices they will be stationed on guard duty there for most of the day.
I have nothing else to report.....I have nothing more really to say.
Later I will make a roast chicken dinner, and will happily listen to radio 4 extra as I potter about looking busy....
Isn't that what Sundays are all about?
Sounds like a perfect Sunday for everyone.
ReplyDeleteI just called the hubby in to take a look through time and space into your lovely home. Thank you for sharing this little slice of your heart.
ReplyDeleteI hope the turkey has a good book, a drink, tissues and some decongestant.
ReplyDeleteYour day sounds perfect.
That is what Sunday's are all about. Mine today means going to Gettysburg Pennsylvania to meet a family for my foster girl...Yes, I'm really going to get rid of one of my dogs!
ReplyDeleteHope the turkey gets to feeling better--Under your care, how could she not??
John - I loved this blog post - what els can I say!
ReplyDeleteSounds a fine Sunday to me, enjoy!
ReplyDeleteLove the coal bucket, I have it's twin here!
ReplyDeleteWhy not just roast a sparrow for dinner. You must have one stashed somewhere.
ReplyDeleteYou are so much more productive than I. I don't even try to look busy.
Unlike William and George, Mabel gets Sunday. And Monday. And Tuesday.....
ReplyDeleteYes. Me too. Sitting in my robe at 10 am while husband does the milking. The whole day FEELS different, better.
ReplyDeleteLove the stove. Sole source of heat? What brand name.? Want one for our new little farm one day.
Sweet post, perfect for a Sundsy. Nice to see Mabel doing so well! xo
ReplyDeleteIt sure is a 'pottering' kind of day, have been thinking of just going back to bed and watching movies with the dogs.
ReplyDeleteBig pat on the head for Mabel! House trained is so much better! She looks cozy there in front of the heat!
Just about to pop my chicken in the oven too; it will be accompanied by a bottle of Beaujolais Nouveau. Cheers.
ReplyDeleteAaah...I don't feel at all guilty sitting here while hubby works.
ReplyDeleteJane x
Glad you enjoyed Nigel's visit - hope Mabel bonded well with him. Yes you are right John, Sundays do have a certain feeling - not sure what it is - trouble is I have a job to keep awake on a Sunday afternoon when the world has slowed down to a crawl (and the fog has closed in as it has today.)
ReplyDeleteHey, great blog! I'm glad I discovered it. I look forward to reading your previous postings. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteYou have Sunday's nailed John.
ReplyDeleteNot sure, but I think your readers have all fallen in love with your dogs. It'd be idyllic to curl up beside the heat with Mabel ... with a good book or the Sunday newspaper. Thanks for sharing your cozy corner of the world with us.
ReplyDeleteA perfect Sunday. Thanks for starting mine off so well also.
ReplyDeleteHope your Sunday stayed pleasant, John. :)
ReplyDeleteI'm impressed that Mabel is now house-trained, she's a smart girl !
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely Sunday, nesting and so cozy...
I thought of you when I did the posting on my blog today, you are a kin to John Hutto :)
~Jo
Indeed....
ReplyDeleteFor a minute there I thouht you were talking about Nigel . . .
ReplyDeleteA day of rest, they used to say. I must learn to do that.
ReplyDeleteYeah Mabel!!!
Roast chicken dinner...now you got me craving one....can't remember the last time I had one....Hey JIM...what are you doing?
ReplyDeleteYep, we just polished off a lovely dinner. Had a lovely nap earlier today :O). It rained a dab this evening!!Whoowhoo... A great day!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a perfect way to spend a Sunday.
ReplyDeleteJust about perfect.
ReplyDeleteWe had lunch with friends and now I'm popping some leftovers to heat in the oven (stuffed banana peppers and one small serving of poulet chausseur). Those two dishes with a half a baguette and a nice bottle of cabernet, should see us right for the night.
Then it's Masterpiece Theatre...hope it's better than last week!
Maybe Mabel is having very complex dreams.
ReplyDeleteI have that feeling about Sunday also. It is a slower, more relaxed day - if not physically, at least mentally.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Sunday, peace and contentment - how I love it too.The joy of a late gosling hatching,the pleasure of pottering, a quiet read, a snooze and the fun of cats.No church bells unfortunately but plenty of birdsong.
ReplyDeleteNeed pottery Sundays as well. They seem to recharge my batteries before the another week starts again. Hope you enjoyed your roast dinner. We had egg and chips as I went on strike with cooking!
ReplyDeleteThat Mabel...a quick learner!
ReplyDeleteDane also sprawls in front of our wood stove on his back, four legs spread eagled to the winds, dreaming of someone coming along to scratch his now-almost-too-hot-to-touch black fur stomach.
ReplyDeleteAre William and George feeling protective or predatory? I seem to remember you once saying something about not being able to leave them out in the field unmonitored?
And what answer did you and Nigel come up with for people resenting art that they don't have to view? That's a really good question that I never thought about before.
So glad to hear that Mabel is now house trained.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a delightful Sunday at your place.
megan
your dogs are adorable. And I love the idea of a turkey on "sick leave"
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