They are chattering too as Albert stalks a rabbit in the shadows of the small bell tower
The crows above the sycamore are surfing the wind again and will crow a three crow warning when they see me in the garden with my bucket of coffee
Somewhere in the village, a dog is barking
Always the sound of a bloody dog barking somewhere.
ReplyDeleteAnd I never work out where the bugger lives
DeleteHere too.
ReplyDeleteGood morning John love. That's a really pretty view. My garden currently looks like an explosion in a garden centre
ReplyDeleteYou should put some photos on your blog
DeleteA Welsh idyll - which could just as well be in England too, I suppose.
ReplyDeleteGo back to bed
ReplyDeleteJohn you really must write a book as others have said, I love reading your blog x
ReplyDeleteI didn't realise crows crow three times as a warning. They sit on our chimney pots and taunt Elsie. They've dived at her a couple of times.
ReplyDeleteIt looks and sounds blissful to me.
ReplyDeleteI love that you say "my garden".x
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful view it is, John and with your description of it, I can feel I'm there :)
ReplyDeletei hear the pigeons cooing their morning coos as they wait for a pedestrian to drop part of a bagel. the W's are barking at a drunk stumbling his way home. delivery trucks are rumbling by avoiding potholes on the street. somewhere in the city i hear three ambulance sirens wailing. if i listen closely, i'm sure i will hear a gunshot.
ReplyDeletemorning in the city.
And there I was, thinking you lived on a farm!
DeleteSounds idyllic.
ReplyDeleteThat's a nice aspect. Is your mortgage now secure?
ReplyDeleteGoing through....the legal paperwork continues to keep my name only on the deeds
DeleteTimeless. We are only passing through, after all.
ReplyDeleteAnd all is well.....
ReplyDeleteWell worth all the hassle to stay there...
ReplyDeleteAnd alls well with your world John.I have been blissfully happy walking the Dorset hills with my dogs and possibly one hundred swallows flying and swooping in the sky above us x
ReplyDeleteMurdering rabbits in churchyards seems like sacrilege to me.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a good cure for a busy week. If only you could translate cockerel chatter...wouldn't that add another color to the scene.
ReplyDeleteThat’s soooo pretty!
ReplyDeleteIt’s a beautiful place. I can see why you love it.
XoXo
Thanks for the glimpse into life,
ReplyDeleteand all is still peaceful in the little village.
ReplyDeleteGloriously peaceful.
ReplyDeleteThese are my favorite posts! Beautiful and serene lambchop.
ReplyDeleteI think you can make that last sentence into a haiku.
ReplyDeleteIf I know what a haiku was I might
DeleteYou call me a heathen
DeleteGo easy on John, Mavis....he's a delicate flower. A haiku is a structured poem, 3 lines, first and last lines are 5 syllables, the middle is 7.
DeleteCrows surf the wind
DeleteSomewhere in the village
a dog is barking
(slow clapping to Lizzy)
DeleteWhat a beautiful lush green view. I can see why you love this village.
ReplyDeleteI love to sit and listen to the quiet mornings. The chattering of birds the breeze floating by and then the snurfulling of iwinston zooming by on the hunt for lizards.
parsnip
The best view is due south over the valley
DeleteHow lovely and serene. Yes, that's a view well worth staying for ... among many other good reasons, of course.
ReplyDeleteWhat shall you do today? I plan to cut fabric strips and add it as a border to a small autumn quilt. Yesterday I sewed a button back onto a blouse and finished two small star quilts. I'm a happy quilter! First, coffee.
Hugs!
Spring cleaning.. dinner later
DeleteYou've got to love a bit of nesting 😁
DeleteNice view to start your day off. Love how your words enhance the photo. Enjoy your day.
ReplyDeleteCali G
The sun is out. The cottage has had a spring clean , what's not to like
DeleteThat view and the peace and quiet it evokes suggests to me a beautiful new state of peace in your life John. Hope I am reading you right.
ReplyDeleteIs morning your favourite time of day or perhaps evening with the last walk with the dogs? I sit on my back step in the morning surveying my domain, very peaceful. Today absolutely quiet except for the rain. Oh and my threats to the dogs to get their sorry little butts out to the grass for a pee.
ReplyDeleteLovely view. So glad things seem to be settling down.
ReplyDeleteVery lyrical description. It's good to see you're saying MY garden now.
ReplyDeleteWhy do you call it a "bucket'' of coffee?
It's a massive cup
DeleteThink homemade chicken soup.. just an idea!
ReplyDeleteI love your blog...for all the reasons others express and more. The churchyard next to your home looks like a park...how wonderful to have that nearby. Is the new little bulldog with you long term?
ReplyDeleteA good view..can we see the other view as well please?
ReplyDeleteIt's all bloody go in Trelawnyd eh? In my village the only sound is of the wind, although added just a few moments ago by the satisfying snick of the cap coming off of my second bottle of Old Jock beer (6.7% abv) from Broughton Brewery. Cheers.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful view - how restful and timeless - we live on a farm and also have beautiful views which I never tire of - good for the soul. Take care.
ReplyDeleteDo your cupboards house anything less than "buckets" for coffee? I wonder.
ReplyDeletePoetry.
ReplyDeleteLooks more or less perfect! There's always a dog barking no matter where you are.
ReplyDeleteJo in Auckland
Lovely idyllic scene John it reads like a script I can picture in my mind.
ReplyDeleteA charming view.
ReplyDeleteI like to hear a dog bark in the distance but there is one a few doors along who barks when left home alone, it's sad.
Our neighbour has 3 chickens and one makes the most noise, I call it 'Square Eggs' and nothing else could cause all that noise!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful picture, created by the photo and your words.
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