When I was younger, (quite a lot younger actually), I wrote a poem (well, a few words really, nothing as high falutin' as a poem) and driving to work today I was reminded of that because the way to work can go through a rather lovely wooded area near a river which hosts a cycle… Continue reading Green.
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I’m just a gal who can’t say GO…
Actually that's not the title of the song which is" I'm just a gal who can't say no and I'm in a terrible fix".I wish I were like that girl because procrastination is my enemy, Thief of my mini holiday!A gal who can't say go, me down to the ground! So, eventually, tardily, tootling along… Continue reading I’m just a gal who can’t say GO…
Here’s a turn up for the books!
I feel like a foreigner again! Many years ago when I first came to Italy, some of my friends had moved to Piedmont and told me there was work for teachers ,so of course Piedmont is my first love, it looked so Italian out of the train windows, those Leonardesque landscapes, or so it seemed… Continue reading Here’s a turn up for the books!
BAD NEWS TURNS TO GOOD
Well, the first time I went out to inspect my garden this morning I found to my irritation, no, much more than irritation actually, I was angry and disgusted because I found the kitchen waste buried deeply after much heavy spade work huffing and puffing yesterday, had been unearthed! I bury the kitchen scraps in… Continue reading BAD NEWS TURNS TO GOOD
The Best of times, the Worst of times…
I'm quoting Dickens from memory so I might be wrong. I believe they are the first few lines of "A Tale of Two Cities". So,in this period, I guess we're learning a lot, I think we'll have lost some of our fascination with social media by the time this is all over. Honestly, just how… Continue reading The Best of times, the Worst of times…
Conundrum
I have a bit of a problem. My worms. I buy them regularly at the garden exhibitions I go to and they reward me with a wonderful soft friable soil. I must admit that the first time I bought FIVE EUROS of worms and the man said: "Remember to feed them" I was shocked. "I've… Continue reading Conundrum
Come rain or shine
Let's start with the rain. A really cold, heavy rain driven by a blustery wind, managed to invade the usually safe haven of my patio and wet all my precious seed packets! I'd got stuff in envelopes saved from my own garden, little brown paper packets from the RHS gardens (these contained the more unusual… Continue reading Come rain or shine
Obstacle race to Beethoven
https://englishthatgrows.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/beethoven-9-chicago-symphony-orchestra-riccardo-muti-mp3cut.net_.mp3 I really don't mean to grumble all the time but needs must! This year my season ticket to the auditorium gave me the possibility to hear Beethoven's ninth on New Year's Eve. Lovely, until...I caught a glimpse out of the speeding train of the magic stop Duomo but we sped by! Where was the… Continue reading Obstacle race to Beethoven
Special Sunday.
cof There was the possibility to listen to some music this afternoon in Brugherio. I think it's really interesting when they offer free music, even though I'm not sure who "they" are. It was an organ recital held in San Bartholomew's a church standing on a site used for worship since the 13th century but… Continue reading Special Sunday.
An almost perfect day (or the art of making the most of what you’ve got)
I overslept, not you would think the best way to start a day but there it is. I decided to do something I'd been neglecting but which fills me with happiness, take a stroll around the garden and take photos. I started off in the far corner to admire my handiwork on the winter jasmin… Continue reading An almost perfect day (or the art of making the most of what you’ve got)
English that grows 