Nineteen degrees at nine o'clock. Overcast and humid. Threatening rain, but the threats never seem to come to much. Certainly not enough to help me out with the garden.
Carmine's azaleas are still going strong...
And the wild thyme is flowering, sending out drifts of heady scent to remind me of the first time I came to Italy, a month spent the guest of a potter in a Cinqueterre vineyard. Languid beach days, chattering caffe' days. Byron, Hemingway, Shelley and Pound. Hot nights among the fireflies, sciacchetra' and village-square dances. And wild thyme.
And now, 25 years on, I am finally able to make sense of what that smiling ragazzo wrote in my notebook that day in Manarola... perhaps if I'd spoken Italian better all those years ago my life might have taken a different course...Anyway...what was I saying about the azaleas? Oh, yes - lovely aren't they?
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Regarding the let - have you approached any UK MPs?
My proposal to solve the MP problem is to give them all vouchers for the YMCA Tottenham Court Road...
Gorgeous azaleas! Thanks!
Lovely picture again. Your Azaleas are much further ahead than ours, but you are many miles further South than we are.
Gorgeous. And i love your new profile photo, Louise :))
Hmmmmmm... gorgeous with a lovely pink hue :)
Forget the flowers! What did he write? ;-)
Just noticed that whereas God gets a capital G in your profile, the Devil is relegated to lowercase.
And why is God named as God, whereas Satan is THE Devil, as if he's the real one and there is a host of clones? I throw that question open to everyone.
They are so beautiful! Mine just bloomed today in hot pink.
Nice going Louise...I had to go back and re-read, thinking I somehow missed the question. But no...it's not there and I repeat what ladyfi wrote....
"Forget the flowers! What did he write?!!!!!!!"
We are dying to know... :-D
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