These pictures are mostly from today; our visitors have gone and we’ve settled into the routine of working, sleeping, and nomming. The apple trees are heavily laden, but nobody wants them, for we are too glutted with cherries.
The cherry harvest also finished this afternoon, and I wandered through the orchard, desperate to see if there were enough cherries left to produce a pie. I think there are, but it will take a while to find them all. Only a few cherries cling to the trees, and most trees have no cherries at all:
Cyrus the d*g has a habit of, as reader Diana MacPherson calls it, “looming” over Hili, staring fixedly at her from only a foot or two away. I’ve seen him do it for nearly half an hour at a time, and though Hili doesn’t seem to mind it, it sure freaks me out. Malgorzata and Andrzej interpret it as an expression of Cyrus’s adoration of the cat, but of course who knows what goes through the d*g’s mind. Perhaps it’s, “I’d sure like to nom this, but I know I’m not allowed to.”
Here’s a video clip of Cyrus looming:
It is hot here (well, at least by European standards), and Hili snoozes the day away on top of these wicker shelves on the veranda. Her perch is over six feet high, but she gets up there by jumping first on the small cupboard to the left.
When she’s outside, she keeps herself well out of the sun. A quiz: can you spot the cat?
Hint: look for the white fur.
Here she is!
Our crib in Dobrzyn:
Two of the three people who live upstairs: Gosia (an English teacher in the local school) and her daughter Hania. One of Hania’s fish died this morning, and she came downstairs disconsolate, holding the dead fish in a bowl (it was very sad, and I didn’t get a picture). They buried it in the garden.
Dinner: a delicious spinach and cheese quiche, served with fresh tomatoes and washed down, of course, by a cold Zubr:
Finally, a scary cat face!