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madamada
From
Friuli northern Italy
Member since
14th Jan 2008
About
what else, I read books at high velocità , and do not always finish them, I grow vegetables, but would like to crop in the wild, I live in a house but dream to be able to climb up trees like we all did ...... in the past. I like all what has an aesthetic beauty, but found enchanting the voice of Charles Aznavour, I'm expert in finding works which give no profit, I know how to spend money
I like very much andarmene a spasso per il forum and get the lunch ready at the same time
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a white horse
Fri 29 Aug 2008GENERAL BLOG
of my childhood, its name was PINO, not tall and strong, on the contrary his most attractive particolare was its silky criniera (mane) as if it lived in a novel. In realtà it was used to do all works tractors do nowadays.
The stable was not far from my nonna's house, where I lived, and in the afternoon cows and Pino were allowed to go to the fountain to drink without being accompanied by the farmer, they knew they had to return and be chained again.
But Pino, after he had calmato la sua sete, was often tempted to enjoy an extra freedom and elegantemente tryied to go out on the street and al galoppo towards the fields. The farmer's sons called him back PINO PINO velu ch'al sciampe! Stop him he is escaping(?)
Doro his padrone said only a single word "Let him!" quietly. Pino had stopped ashamed of such a rivolta, but only hearing the tone of Doro's voice knew he was allowed to go and desappeared down a green sentiero which lead to a pond.
After so many years I still remember this scene as if it was painted in my mind and enjoy the feeling of freedom I felt as a child
Pino came back then and as last scene for us kids all in subbuglio threw himself on earth and rubbed his back on the ground in a cloud of dust. That is what I'd like to do sometimes when I see campi arati (ploughed fields) in autumn ready for a new sowing
a pink one
Mon 25 Aug 2008GENERAL BLOG
the white one I have is called "gufo delle nevi" "snows' owl"
but this is another story
ROSE RUGOSE their fruits
Mon 25 Aug 2008GENERAL BLOG
like little apples ........... they are relatives, after all
"là in samenze" = produce seeds
Mon 25 Aug 2008GENERAL BLOG
said in Friulano it has even a sweeter sound than the Italian "andare in seme"
in the past seasons I was always in a hurry to take plants away to gain place to saw others soon after.
This year my husband is working on a sailboat put in the garden not far from the orto, I'm worried wind brings dust on the vegs 
and not to see it I have abandoned temporarily my habit of being more nell'orto than inside.
All things have their "perchè" (reason).
This year I gave time to many plants to live their whole ciclo of life, till they produce seeds (in one simple word what would it be ????) so next year I will probably have my own lattuga, finocchi, rucola selvatica, basilico eeeeeeeeeeeeeee
this in the photo is a fennel planted as precoce in June, I will not do it again, hot weather is no god for them.
My impatience on one side and patience on the other have let plants in peace
who else feels the rain coming???
Sat 23 Aug 2008GENERAL BLOG
I often wonder if we all have or had a weather forecast station in our brain and a timer too, which have gone lost with evoluzione.
There are days a part from the sky, heat, cloud or wind, when I feel I have to do things related to digging, planting, diradare, sawing etc.etc. and the most amusing thing is that I go on doing all things as if I had a clear plan, which is not at all, but at the end when I'm satisfied with my work I put away rastrello badile zappa carriola and stay with my arms crossed under the terrace and say now it may rain ........... and often it starts to rain.
We need so little to be happy, I would say
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