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Overcast and damp following last night's rain (wouldn't the world be a great place if the rain always fell at night?). Thank-you, Signor Sindaco, for the chappies I can hear outside my window cutting the knee-high grass on the path down the hill. Now the snakes will have to find somewhere else to lurk.

Now showing in Carmine Superiore: California poppies, sown six years ago, and reappearing every year in technicolor

(like everything California).