Wednesday, 27 October 2010

Back to the Light

Good sense and sunshine returned to The Peaceable on Monday, in the form of Kim.
She heard about the downward spiral I was on, so she got on a bus and came back.
Gently she told me again what Paddy´s been saying for weeks, what Fred said right here on the blog comments: Una´s not seen the X-rays. Let her live as long as she wants.

So we filled in the grave out in the yard (loosely), and we had a big dog party out at The Promised Land, a piece of rugged, untillable erosion that´s full of hare-holes but has a beautiful view. Kim made a beautiful Valentine of a video out of it. (it´s so cool, having a videographer in the house.)


a big dog party from salt ... on the road on Vimeo.

Life goes on. Una´s going slow, but she´s still going. As Paddy always said, "she´s as game as a pebble."  Kim goes back on the road today. I feel a whole lot better. I think Una might, too. Friends are good.

I bought seed garlic from The Garlic Dude at the street market in Sahagun, for planting over the winter in our spankin´ new garden beds. I was warned, however, to hold off planting garlic til after St. Martin´s Day, November 6. Not because that´s the new moon. Not because that´s when the first frost always comes. Because that´s just what you do.

And so I will.

altitude therapy from salt ... on the road on Vimeo.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

This is not a dying dog.

See you on Christmas.

Freddy

Anonymous said...

I had to watch the valentine a few times as my tears of joy and pent up emotion kept getting in the way...what a delightful family....glad to be a relative,

love,
k

Anonymous said...

ps Kim you rock as a cinematographer!

Laura said...

Great post! The video will be watched again and again... I am in tears - joyful tears. Nice to see Lulu smiling.

Br. Francis de Sales Wagner, O.S.B. said...

Thanks for taking us along for the ride. Loved every minute of it.

... and from what I can see, I agree with Freddy. Rock on, Una.

Tell that rascal Paddy I said ho.

PAX
Bro Francis

Patrick O'Gara said...

Where is that idle lout, your husband?

In his cups, again, no doubt.