Scruffy little friends.

I met them on the way to the bus stop. The kitten stayed so close to the dog that it must be abbandoned by its mother.
Franco, my neighbour stopped by to arrange the pruning of some of our olive trees. He gave me a bag full of freshly picked zucchini.
The white horse ignored me as I walked by.
The bus was only five minutes late. With pkenty of time in hand, at the station  bar I  ate the most wonderful fresh pastry and a cappuccino.
I managed to prune four trees in the late afternoon, despite the oppressive heat. I sat outside until dark, to see the fire flies flitting about the bushes, then to bed and early to rise.
There is so much weird sound going on in the countryside at night. Once I am closed inside, I can only hear the occasional dog in the distance.