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Lucky charm
This is the one and only four-leaf clover I’ve ever found in Italy.
Mind you, I don’t really look for them.
I’ve pressed it inside a Latin dictionary underneath a volume of the Shorter (always made me laugh as a child) Oxford English Dictionary.
I hope it comes out very erudite and brings us luck with our writing business.
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Talented toads
3 days before the massive earthquake in Aquila, Eastern Italy, toads were seen to desert their nearby mating pond ‘en masse’.
The reason seems to be that they can detect slight changes in the chemistry of the groundwater, caused by the Earth’s crust releasing charged particles when under stress.
So toads warrant a new respect as potential predictors of earthquakes.
This one appeared on the fringes of the shadows as we were eating our evening meal outside.
The egg (in fact just the shell of a boiled egg) is there to indicate the size.
I love the expression on its face – it looks more like annoyance than fear, as if it was holding itself back from snapping: “For God’s sake stop flashing that light at me!”
That demmed elusive pimpernel
The Scarlet Pimpernel was the heroic alter ego of an English aristocrat who rescued French aristocrats in the French Revolution.
Here one dashing scarlet flower is flanked by royal blue ones, which I’d never seen before we came to Italy.
The flower is also known as Poor Man’s Weather Glass because it closes up in anticipation of rain.
May
Yesterday, May Day, was a public holiday here like in many other places.
Unlike Britain, which tucks it neatly onto a Monday, in Italy it falls as it falls; if on a Saturday or a Sunday – too bad.
I thought I would take a photo of this appositely named blossom, spreading its petals wide in the sunshine.
Just as well I took it when I did because the weather turned wet soon after.
Taking advantage of Liberation Day
Yesterday was Liberation Day in Italy and Chokri was available.
With the start of the warmer weather, our living room no longer needs to serve as a greenhouse so I decided to do a bit of moving around.
The planters, which have been out all year and harbour a motley population of strawberries, coltsfoot, Virginia stock and goldenrod, we took up to the shed and sat on blocks so that the leaves will soften the box-like outline of the side panel.
The plants which have been indoors – the cacti and the grapefruit tree – we added to other tubs which had been outside all along and arranged them in front of the stone wall in the courtyard, on a new bed of clean gravel to cover the general detritus from the oak tree.
Unfortunately today the rain carried with it fine sand from the Sahara Desert, a not infrequent occurrence in Italy, so that everything was stippled with a light powder.
I gave the grapefruit a squirt with clean water to cheer it up; I have a lot invested in that tree!
When delivery isn’t delivery
We’ve at long last, after much deliberation, ordered a shed.
It was about half the price to buy exactly the same thing from Britain as opposed to Italy, so that even with greater transport costs it worked out significantly cheaper.
We ran into our first problem yesterday when I received a phonecall from the carriers at the Italian end. Would there be someone available to help unload the shed from the lorry?
I replied that there was me, and my disabled husband, so we’d try but couldn’t guarantee anything. I also added that they could leave it anywhere they wanted in our courtyard where there was ample room to turn round.
Next thing we knew there was an email from the British end saying we had to pay extra for the lorry to have a tailgate.
Elementary, my dear Watson – even 100 years ago delivery lorries had tailgates!
Needless to say, we advised them that ‘delivery’ meant actually leaving the object behind and they had better think again.
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