Fourteen degrees at 8:30 am. Misty but warm. One of the cats has left me a present of a decapitated ghiro. Charming.
The first of October, and autumn is coming on. The chickens are under fire again, and the children and I spend much of our walks to and from kindergarten joyfully filling our pockets with chestnuts. Looking forward to our first castagnata of the season, tomorrow, when at the scuola materna we'll be roasting chestnuts in celebration of grandparents everywhere in the festa dei nonni. I'm only sorry that for one reason or another the grandparents in our lives can't be here.
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Tuesday, 30 September 2008
Chestnut season
Fourteen degrees at 8:30 am. Misty but warm. One of the cats has left me a present of a decapitated ghiro. Charming.
The first of October, and autumn is coming on. The chickens are under fire again, and the children and I spend much of our walks to and from kindergarten joyfully filling our pockets with chestnuts. Looking forward to our first castagnata of the season, tomorrow, when at the scuola materna we'll be roasting chestnuts in celebration of grandparents everywhere in the festa dei nonni. I'm only sorry that for one reason or another the grandparents in our lives can't be here.
The first of October, and autumn is coming on. The chickens are under fire again, and the children and I spend much of our walks to and from kindergarten joyfully filling our pockets with chestnuts. Looking forward to our first castagnata of the season, tomorrow, when at the scuola materna we'll be roasting chestnuts in celebration of grandparents everywhere in the festa dei nonni. I'm only sorry that for one reason or another the grandparents in our lives can't be here.
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