Italy has been our home for more than 12 years now, and the house in the photo for most of that time. This blog documents the joys and problems of our existence day by day.
We have our difficulties. My husband, Clive, is permanently disabled. In addition, he recently spent 9 months in French hospitals recovering first from a coma and then from an operation to remove a massive bowel tumour. He’s just finished a course of chemotherapy at home, and is learning to walk again.
Some of our difficulties derive from where we live, but I still love living here. Clive is more circumspect. By reading about our daily life, perhaps you will be able to tell whose view is the more accurate. Does the pleasure outweigh the pain? Or will my writing betray a less rose-tinted reality?
You can also see the books we’ve written and published by clicking on the image below:
Yesterday there was rain and sun and I went looking for a rainbow.
There wasn’t one, but across the valley there were almost enough colours to make one.
This pile of gunge is what emerged when I forced water through a section of hose between the spring and the pond.
It’s hard to believe it built up over just a few months.
I was glad to hear water tinkling into the pond once more.
As far as I’m aware, never having had a female dog before, Florence hasn’t yet gone into heat.
But that doesn’t stop Galileo testing the water.
The poor little chap needs a stool …
This year the local olives, including ours, are infested with olive fruit fly larvae.
There are little holes and pits on the outside of each fruit, and inside a yellow maggot the size of a grain of rice
The maggot leaves brown tracks and tunnels and makes the inside of the olive gooey.
The local remedy is to hang a bottle trap in each tree with an anchovy as bait for the flies, and to spray the trees.
Apparently it’s easy to control, but it depends on everyone doing it.
This is another sandwich of sorts, seen from the window.
In the foreground is the almond tree with green leaves on its upper twigs. The blue string represents my (unsuccessful) attempt to encourage one of its branches to bend lower.
Behind it is the persimmon tree, with flaming foliage.
Behind that is a fig tree which, in contrast, has turned yellow.
The orchard, with its random mix of types of fruit tree, is especially interesting at this time of year.
The tarpaulins which cover the pool get a pounding over the course of the winter.
Their worst enemy is the wind, followed by the sun.
For the first time ever, we’ve actually put 3 tarpaulins on:
The bottom one, dark green, is one year old and reasonably sound but too lightweight to work on its own.
The middle one, red, is brand new this year and not quite big enough in one dimension.
The top one is at least 3 years old with several holes in it.
Let’s hope they all work together well!
After the recent storm there was no need to ask which way the wind had been blowing.
It was perfectly evident from the coloration of this sinuous oak trunk by the house.