‘Carabinieri’ is the Italian nickname for fire beetles which share the colours of the national military police force’s uniform.
And by ‘on the job’ I mean having sex, according to the Urban Dictionary and Clive’s building site slang.
We saw some real Carabinieri today, doing random paperwork checking. I’m pleased to say we weren’t pulled over.
The purple and purplish anemones have been out some time now and I was despairing of the scarlet ‘lilies of the field’.
But they are there! Just a bit late.
This bloom had a very pretty green grasshopper sitting on it when I was lining up the shot, but an over-excited Galileo leapt over it and knocked the creature off.
Maybe just as well because it was probably tucking into a meal of petal at the time.
In a competition for most beautiful blossom, the nashi (oriental pear) would be a strong candidate.
Its fruit is way up there too, provided it’s neither under- nor over-ripe. At the right moment it’s crisp, crunchy, and so juicy that the juice runs down your chin.
Florence isn’t on the Po; it’s on the Arno. But it reminds me of a joke I used to know.
I say ‘used’ advisedly because I may have got the first half completely wrong:
Why did the earth quake? Because it saw Florence on the Po.
I wish Florence would go on the po. Right now she’s both prolific and inappropriate.
But Galileo is the perfect gentleman. You see him here looking fixedly ahead while she attends to her ‘toilette’.
A bee took advantage of the good weather to visit the wallflowers.
‘Pizza di Pasqua’ means Easter pizza.
It isn’t pizza at all, but a cake made with cheese.
It’s typically eaten for breakfast on Easter Day in Umbria, along with salame and eggs.
Our neighbours brought some today, along with salame and eggs!
Well, not tulips. But Galileo and Florence are getting on fine.
Here they head together towards the lid of the buried GPL tank.
It’s a big wide world for her and she seems glad of a guide.