Ok, Midsummer's night is over but the Summer dream still proceeds. Rather a daze in this never ending heat.
I have just got back from a brief stay in Ireland, and now, in this torrid heat, I find myself reminiscing about that “cool” country I just left.
Coming back from visiting a mesmerizing historic hamlet with frescoes dating back to the 1100s, I find myself gazing at the red-dotted fields of poppies and turquoise coloured seas of long grasses huming a song to myself.
The other day I went to see a new house for sale and was positively surprised to find myself in front of a structure which was decisively different from the usual building
Today is the day before Easter and Panicale is damp under a grey sunless sky.
Spring seems finally to have reached Panicale, therefore I'm greatly honoured by her arrival and I stop my hectic running to nowhere and pause to see her majesty.