Yes, it’s been a good season for flowers this year. It sure has. Best yet in the 6 years we’ve been at Il Poggiolo. I ought not complain. But the Weather gives me so much to complain about. It’s hard not to. We are on a schedule of 1 day of sun… sort-of/maybe/kind-of… to 6 of clouds and cold. Yes, cold. This past Saturday, I had to turn-on the electronic kerosene heater to take the chill out of the air in the salotto of La Casa Grande.
The Dogs & I are camping there. Dog Central, as You calls it. I think You is embarrassed by this. I don’t know why. Well, I do but it’s embarrassing to write. Shhh… You’s a bit con-ven-tion-al. A flaw. Rarely does he see my bed un-made. However, he did the weekend of his birthday. He let out that typical Italian male grunt of disapproval. It’s a combo of a deep-throated thump and a basso-profundo growl. Unpleasant, to say the least. But then, that’s the point, ain’t it? Behaviour-mod all’italiana. Doesn’t work. It only make him appear stupid. Dogs snicker? Yes, they do. Naturally, I cover for them by being Bright and Cheerful. The Dogs and I steadfastly remain in our respective posti nel salotto regardless of any thumping growls. Those two D’s in their commandeered flea-market wing-backs sleeping or licking their chops and me stretched-out and under the covers on one of the sofa beds reading My Book.
Like the sun, You is hardly around at Il Poggiolo. We get him for one weekend out of every month. There are these darn updates seminars the Italian Health Ministry… a joke. The HM issues only paper-work and not issues of health… obligates You to attend them. He can’t ditch either. There’s a test at the end and if he passes, the HM gives him a Gold * for each and every passing grade at Review Time. When it is an off-weekend, he comes to Il Poggiolo, runs us ragged for 36 hours and then leaves. Much like the crappy weather… it comes, spits rain and then the rain leaves us to shiver with the clouds and in the cold. I need to give some attention to the flowers. How can I when one or the other impedes my task? Gads.