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Under an umbrella

November 11, 2016 2 comments
Rose leaves forming an umbrella shape

Rose leaves forming an umbrella shape

There was torrential rain with loud claps of thunder when I left for my eye test today.

It was still raining hard when I came out.

I rarely carry an umbrella because I have a tendency to leave them behind, and also they turn themselves inside out in the wind and act like drogues.

But when a man offered to shelter me with his umbrella, and went out of his way to take me right to the car, I was only too glad.

Chivalry is alive and well in Italy.

Moonlight and roses

May 19, 2016 Leave a comment
Roses at a happier moment

Roses at a happier moment

Rain and roses, or thunder and roses more like: a storm is passing overhead this very moment and will doubtless break the stem of some of these blooms.

But there was moonlight last night, as well as a deafening shrill of crickets.

A storm coming

June 19, 2013 2 comments
White currants still on the bush

White currants still on the bush

Yesterday, taking advantage of an overcast sky rather than blazing sun to pick gooseberries and white currants, I became aware that a storm was coming.

First there was a riffle of wind and a distant grumble of thunder.

A few minutes later a flash of lightning and a loud rip of thunder.

At this point I still thought it might be a dry storm, but on the heels of another gust of wind came the first heavy drops of rain.

The rain didn’t amount to much all told, but at least I was excused watering for one evening!

Gooseberries safely in a bowl (Galileo likes to eat them)

Gooseberries safely in a bowl (Galileo eats them off the bush)

Indecision

February 24, 2013 2 comments
Pruning equipment (the alcohol is for cleaning it)

Pruning equipment (the alcohol is for cleaning it)

The weather couldn’t decide what to do today.

It rained, drizzled, hailed, thundered and blew a gale all in the space of a couple of hours, as well as the sun shining brightly for a few minutes.

This afternoon, snow fell in huge flakes and I thought we were about to be blanketed in it for sure and unable to go and pay the electricity bill, when it just stopped.

In the brief interlude of sunshine, I rushed outside and managed to prune one tree, a rather unproductive greengage.

One tree out of the 43 in the orchard is hardly zipping along, but I like to weigh up carefully which branch or twig I lop off.

Clive frequently tells me I’ve developed indecision to a fine art.

Snow and roses

December 4, 2012 Leave a comment
Snow on Mount Subasio

Snow on Mount Subasio

Today it’s been thundering, raining and hailing, and there’s been a black cloud sitting on the mountains like a Persian cat.

Yesterday, in complete contrast, the sun was lighting up the first snowfall on Mount Subasio, the whaleback mountain between us and Assisi.

Roses, I thought, made a very happy foreground.

Raindrops

August 26, 2012 Leave a comment

Hibiscus bloom studded with raindrops

The weather forecast was right – we had storms today. The first drops fell just as I got into the pool.

It felt very dramatic: high wind, the first rumbles of thunder, and then arrows of rain as I was getting out again.

There wasn’t a huge amount of rain, but the contrast between the still, sun-soaked landscape before, and the torn, ragged monotones during the storm was so complete that it seemed like a different country.

I prowled around afterwards, revelling in not having to water the garden for a change, and saw this hibiscus bloom staring out at me.

No rain

July 29, 2012 Leave a comment

A dramatic cloud formation

It’s amazing what lengths the weather will go to not to rain.

Today I was swimming and there was thunder grumbling all round the horizon. It was like some sort of cosmic stage in between acts, with the scenery being switched behind the curtains.

White clouds kept puffing up and up and then they’d split off and dissipate into the blue sky.

Some places will have had rain.

We had what they call here ‘four drops’. I felt it on my skin when I was out picking the last of the Dragon’s Blood plums.

It certainly didn’t constitute a break in the drought.

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