Posts Tagged ‘night’

Beautiful days and beautiful nights

July 24, 2013 2 comments
Sun and moon mosaic

Sun and moon mosaic

The photo shows the Lebanese marble mosaic in the middle of our patio.

Here it’s shining from the rain, but mostly it’s not very noticeable, particularly being under the table.

It’s a reminder of the twin faces of the 24-hour cycle.

There’s daytime, when the sun’s an infra-red lamp on the shoulders and tiles are too hot to walk on with bare feet.

Then there’s the warm night, silvery with moonlight, calling to some primitive spirit in you to run and run through the bushes and up the mountain.

Sometimes an owl calls, and sometimes, like last night, a nightjar’s churring drowns out the trilling of the crickets.


April 14, 2013 Leave a comment

The Italian for butterfly is ‘farfalla‘, one of my favourite words. To say ‘moth’ you just add ‘di notte‘ – of the night!

Last night Clive pointed out to me that moths were crowding onto the outside of the window, like they do in the warmer weather.

We have to be careful not to let them in if we go outside because it’s not a nice experience to have a moth flap against your face in the night.

I found this Emperor Moth, and the drab one in front of it, already dead.

Dead moths

Dead moths

But this dark and beautifully patterned moth was on the windowsill, very much alive.

Alive (and smaller than the other 2)

Alive (and much smaller than the other 2)

Cosy nights

March 25, 2013 2 comments

Before I get into bed, I always check on Galileo, who sleeps on the carpet on Clive’s side next to Joules.

It’s not that I expect him to be anything other than supremely comfortable.

It’s just that some of his poses are so cute.

Here he’s made himself the perfect little nest in his blanket and is curled up as tight as a snail.

Galileo curled up in his blanket

Galileo curled up in his blanket

Here he’s on his back, squirming with pleasure at the warmth of Joules’ fur, while Joules himself is out for the count!

Galileo wriggling beside Joules

Galileo on his back beside Joules

A hot water bottle

January 29, 2013 12 comments
Hot water bottle inside a furry cover

Hot water bottle inside a furry cover

Clive’s lymphatic fever has thankfully gone, but he’s still feeling cold at night so I’ve been getting him a hot water bottle.

Every time I do so, I find myself flooded with sensory recollections.

When we used to arrive at our holiday home in the winter as children, my mother used to prepare us each a ‘hottie’ as we called them. Other times as well, but it’s from those nights that I remember them best.

First there was the drill-like noise of water pouring from the kettle into the bottle, and the comforting smell of hot rubber.

Then a tiny clucking, gurgling sound as she squeezed the bottle to exclude the air.

I nursed my hottie all the way up the stairs.

It went into the bed before I did, creating a welcome warm patch.

I clutched it as a lifesaver before finally pushing it into the freezing depths of my bed with my feet, to lead the way.

In the morning it was useless; quite cold. But I woke up feeling as if I’d arrived in heaven.

Midnight visit

January 7, 2013 7 comments


No, this doesn’t represent a new vice; it’s what saved the day last night.

I was reclining on the sofa watching television, tried to get up, and found that my back wouldn’t let me.

Each time I tried it got worse until I couldn’t move at all.

I was just stranded there clinging to the sofa cushions for dear life.

At Clive’s insistence, I called the Guardia Medica, who is the out-of-hours stand-in for the doctors of a given region.

I was afraid the man I spoke to wouldn’t find our house, especially in the night, but he did.

He was a charming individual – calm, sympathetic, and interested in both of us. His English wasn’t bad either.

He gave me an injection then waited to make sure it had worked enough for me to get on my feet.

I wish I’d asked his name, just in case, for the future, but I didn’t!

Happy Holidays

December 25, 2012 Leave a comment

Buone Feste

The wires and the little tiny bulbs are there all year above the fruit and veg shop …

until in the night at Christmas the words shine out:




November 10, 2012 3 comments

The days are sunny at the moment, but the nights are very cold.

Kepler, ever the opportunist, has found the answer to cold nights.

Kepler snuggling up to Joules

Better than a hot water bottle, an eiderdown or an electric blanket is the warm fur of Joules’ rump.

Fortunately  Joules is a complete softy and doesn’t mind.