the small dog
attached to the long lead
has a tail that is blurred
with happiness
as he wanders through
the market village
tongue lolling
nose questing the air
for the myriad of scents
he is happy curiosity
in a brindle coat
i watch amused at his vigour
as i drink from an enamel mug
holding a wonderful local bean coffee
eat warm coconut mango muffins
and ponder the purchase
of some artisan glass jewllery
my boys having scoffed their muffins
are off to see the woodworkers
the golden child hoping
to add to his collection
of wooden puzzles
his father to chat with
other lovers of woodgrains
we will meet later
after i have bought, applebox honey
collected by dave the beekeeper
portabella mushrooms the size of saucers,
to make stuffed fetta mushies for dinner
and all the other green and organic vege
i can find. some prawns and a mud crab.
lunch tomorrow, olive bread, olive tappenade
stuffed olives, some goodies for the biccie tin
and some of these coffee beans....
the dog raises it's leg against the canvas
of the tent down the pathway
before carrying on....
oblivious