I did not know where to post this and now I know that it must be here

this morning very early I went out in the mist to crop fresh leeks, cavoli romaneschi, broccoli toscani leaves and winter radicchios for my daughter to enjoy our vegs as long as she is here with my nipotina ............ and discovered that the village where I was born (my campo is exactly between my childhood village and my native one) has put a sign that I'm there, last years the Xmas decorations stopped at the last house between them, today I have a red ribbon with magnolia leaves on a palo della luce ...... is that nothing??? for me is being silently adopted by a comunity while keeping silently care of the land owned once by my nonna

............ I must say there is something che fa bene al cuore in all this

thank you for reading, I had to share it with you all    

Last edited by Grand_Ma (Sun 16 Dec 12 10:17pm)

I am so glad you have that recognition Mada!

There is a Ctretan poet from four hundred years ago who knows you Mada! Look what he wrote:
"She gathered vegetables all day in the meadow, she moulded the earth, she sifted the earth, she wove the earth until dawn."

Edit: PS Probably talking about few others of us too!

Last edited by JoyYamDaisy (Mon 17 Dec 12 12:41am)