Late autumn: the fat white geese are in their yard and the leaves blow across the road in drifts. The sky is every shade of grey and silver and the fields are emerald and lime and umber. There are glimpses of old farmhouses never seen before through the branches. Everything is rust with splashes of dusty rose, cream, oat, yellow and gold in between the grey-green olive trees and the green-black cypress and pine trees.
I stay in a lot and work on line. There's a "Take Action" banner on the blog now. You click through and get your government, if you're an American, to pay attention.
I'm getting into hibernating mode. Gaz and Zak are in Oz til April and Paolo in NYC until January something. I do get out to the movies once a week with Carmela and the gang and have had a friend from NY and her daughter over the turkey weekend and a friend from near Siena overnight last night, but mostly I'm just here with my two insane kittens (Maggie and Molly) who are terrified of me still. Winter is slowly, but surely, acomin' in. Knowing my prediliction for becoming a complete slug - bed to couch, couch to bed - you can imagine me going through five books and seven DVDs a week. I'm looking forward to the olive oil festival next weekend and trying to inch forward in my work around the house, but doing very little else. Being able to see my incredible view from bed is great. Every once in awhile I have to bust out and go for a long drive somewhere. It's so beautiful here. Green again.
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Joanna, I completely identify with the difficulty getting going once winter hits. Luckily for us down here, it's still pretty nice weather--even if it's dark by 5. I have to admit, though, I kinda like the excuse to go from couch to bed to couch to bed ;)
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