hello there ladies. Yes, it has been a little quiet from my side, but then again, in the meantime, winter has burst into spring! The blossoms are popping into bloom and the buds are unfolding into leaves at a disturbingly high speed; in fact it all seems to be happening at once, enough to make the calmest among us dizzy. I can even sunbathe on my bed when I open the window wide enough.
I must go out and photograph some of that floral abundance, before it all flutters down.I discovered a secret garden near my house, in the middle of the city! I am delighted!!!and a great moroccan fish restaurant where they bake the superfresh fish you select and serve it with mouthwatering salads, olives and lemon. Yum!! Who said living in Borgerocco was a pain? It is in fact good for your health!!!
I have been having fairly quiet and rewarding days lately, respiring, inspiring the rays of spring. I think I can safely say I have a great view. In the morning I see the shadows of the houses move until there are none, the great space outside my window fills up with light from the sun. This morning the birds were making a joyous riot. You know I have a furry alarmclock who gets me up each morning around seven; he has various well-honed techniques. When the bedroom door is closed he is adept at wailing loudly and quite pathetically; enough to make your heart bleed. If perchance I left the door open and he is inside he plays catch the toes in the morning, which involves kitty claws, not an awakening I would recommend. Another favourite one is 'play with the pencil on the wooden floor' which I try to avoid because it might annoy my neighbour sleeping below. In fact I do get some graphic noises myself from canine creature living with neighbour above. Canine friend thrashes about with paws on the floor, maybe he has bad dreams?, making a polar bear in my dreams. Such are the amplificational qualities of wood.
What else can I say? Have you heard about my bathroom, it's down a little cubby hole spiral staircase behind a door in my bedroom which looks like a closet; it does everything to make my home be like a castle - and inside, when I lie in that bath tub, it feels like I am in a protective womb of the building. And then I hear distant horns beeping coming through the air duct.. and occasionally I hear someone cough. It reminds me when I revisit Henry Purcell or some Italian arias that quite possibly someone is listening. Great accoustics though!!
Slowly I am getting accustomed to my new home, and I am happy to say domestic flair is encouraged by beautiful surroundings.
I must close now; I am ambitious concerning an early start tomorrow. There is much to do, and much to say. I realise I have written quite a bit, about absolutely nothing. So it can't be that hard now can it?
Lots of love coming your way,
from the one in the middle
and now to find some chocolate, he he.