a november walk in algarve
By benafim
November Walk (Algarve) It had been raining all night, quiet rain that caressed the roof tiles of my cottage. By mid morning it stopped and in early afternoon the ground was dry enough for a long walk. Bambi, my dog, was ecstatic she liked hunting for rabbits, never caught any, like me she was too slow, too fat and made too much noise We followed our usual track, minutes from the road and anyone who didn’t know the area would be lost. This time of the year (November) the landscape is very green from shimmering verdant to serious olive, only tall, bragging weeds resist the temptation to conform and are resolutely yellow. While my myopic dog raced clumsily after something she thought was a rabbit I found one, a bunny, sitting very still by the exposed root of a blighted tree, picked it up stroked its neck and ears, soft like a cuddly toy and it looked at me without fear, put it down again told it to run away, it didn’t. By now Bambi was back, saw the bunny and quickly killed it, the only time she ever caught a rabbit Written November 8th, 2001 © on Nov 07 2001 06:09 PM PST 0 • 10
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