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my grandmother Ann's tea cup |
In Foligno, Italy the fog came in thick yesterday and this
morning too. It makes me happy
inside. It feels like San
Francisco to me. I have taught my
girls to love the fog (I’m proud of that). I said to Elisa (who is 9), when you grow up and find yourself
deep in a San Francisco fog, you can get that warm feeling inside because it
feels like Foligno. She laughed at
that, in anticipation.
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cyclamen |
I went to the flower market this weekend and bought a little
group of bulbs. So this post
should actually be called a cappuccino and crocuses, ranunculuses, tulips,
freesias and two hyacinths.
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look at the tiny topiaries |
Then I can fill the house with flowers during the dark winter
months. My girlfriend Jessica, who
is talented at many things, advises I put them in a dark bag in the refrigerator
for 1 week to trick them into a cold slumber. Then I’ll plant them in water or soil or rocks and see what
happens.
Italians love cyclamen. I see them as flaming hearts of color. Don’t they look good with the topiaries?
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the rain water has made a pound in one |
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Italian flower pots |
A few ladders going up, you can have your pick.
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ladders to the sky |
What do you do to get through the winter darkness? They have just started to hang
the Christmas lights in our Centro Storico (old center). Later I’ll take a photo, it is romantic
and this year I’m hoping for architectural not cute. Oh it does make me nervous that they will be cute.
Here's me on my path, city street, bike ride home. I like it when the tree trunks become black from the rain.
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with my bike basket full of bulbs |
Happy winter. Here we go!
Natalie
I love leaves with the black trunks -- gorgeous. You should see my Japanese Maple. The trunk is grey, with a few white stripes and the leaves are a beautiful deep red.
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