Posts Tagged ‘Italian’

Deaf as a post

November 22, 2016 Leave a comment
Italians make themselves as deaf as this

Italians make themselves as deaf as this

I sometimes wonder if Italians have some vital part of their inner ear removed at birth in a process that leaves them irritated by the sound of another human voice, such that they have to drown it out.

This morning I tried to arrange for Clive’s stoma to be viewed, and was slammed through to a nurse who wanted to know why Clive would already be in the hospital on Friday.

Speaking in Italian as always, three times I started to explain, and three times she interrupted and drowned me in high-pitched gabble, guessing erroneously at reasons.

Finally I was roaring for her to listen and she was screeching to try to get the upper hand in the conversation.

Clive sat back and enjoyed himself – a good cat-fight, he said.

The upshot was that I gave up trying to arrange anything. The timing was all wrong and in any case I have grave doubts anyone would have listened long enough to help.

Moon daisy

September 27, 2016 Leave a comment
Ox-eye or moon daisy

Ox-eye or moon daisy

I love the name moon daisy.

It’s a great deal more romantic-sounding than the more usual ox-eye daisy.

The young leaves are eaten raw in Italy apparently, even though they’re bitter.

Mind you, Italians eat just about any sort of wild greenery, cooked or in salads.


May 19, 2013 Leave a comment
The yellow one went to bed

The yellow one drooped

THAT doesn’t translate well into Italian, any more than fox-and-cubs, love-in-a-mist, snapdragon or traveller’s joy!

I wonder if Chokri thinks I invent these outlandish names.

Johnny-go-to-bed-at-noon has appeared in a number of guises around the place – last year I found only the purple type.

Today I found an orangey one and a lemon yellow one growing side by side.

Orange type

Orange type

It was just starting to rain and they were open. By lunchtime the yellow one had drooped, and the orange one and a purple one elsewhere were still open. I guess they got confused.

The purple one was full of water and looked like an amethyst brooch.

Purple type encrusted with an amethyst

Encrusted with an amethyst

Gloves for the fox

May 18, 2013 3 comments
Foxgloves under the big oak by the house

Foxgloves under the big oak by the house

‘Foxgloves’ translated into Italian doesn’t sound very convincing.

Also the gloves apparently aren’t for the fox but for the ‘folks’ – that is, fairies.

We’ve managed to get a few foxgloves going from the seeds we brought over from Britain – not as many as I’d like, though.

I hope this will be a little patch where they keep coming.


May 15, 2013 Leave a comment
Gabions covered in white roses

Gabions covered in white roses

Gabions are an Italian invention – the word means large cages – but when we asked for these to be erected, none of our Italian workforce recognised the name.

These gabions are holding back a very tall bank which we cut into in order to make a turning place in what was otherwise a 300 metre blind single-track drive.

The mesh cages were filled ‘in situ’ with rocks, some of which we bought, and others of which we ‘lifted’ from the environs.

The structure wasn’t the most beautiful thing to start with, but we planned to get climbing plants growing up it straight away.

The main problem with the site is that the water table is very high at certain times of year: dig and your hole instantly floods.

Lavender doesn’t flourish there, probably for that reason. Sweet peas are quite happy, though.

We had a very small wisteria which we nicknamed ‘the stick’; it grew a little bit and then died.

Roses so small they don't show up in the other photo

Roses so small they don’t show up in the other photo

The red rose chugs along.

The white rose is a different story. When we bought it, we were told to ‘stand back’ after planting it or it would knock us over, it grows so fast.

After 5 years it ‘owns’ the gabions, reaching right to the top. It doesn’t need pruning, and it attaches  to the mesh all by itself.

It blooms only once a year, but its foliage is always fresh and green.