Autumn in Abruzzo

The woodburner is glowing orange, the smell of woodsmoke permeating the air.  The cat is on the sofa and the kittens are curled around each other on the chair in front of me.  I can hear the gentle patter of rain outside the door as the clouds come down lower Read more…

Fields are full of corn

Feels like summer

It’s thirty-three degrees outside.  Baking hot, dry and still.  Even the snakes and lizards who normally love to laze in the sun have run for cover.  Lying in the shade of the tall trees, reading my book, watching the butterflies flutter by and the moorhen chicks nervously explore the edges Read more…