another concert

When the forecast is for rain you just move the entire orchestra into a nearby church - so far it is four concerts and three different churches, with one concert still to come. I waited to hear the soprano, who was superb, and then left to do other things.  It was an evening when many obligations clashed, and I was dashing from one place to another, bringing pizza to one, eating it with another, then refusing more pizza when I called in on the group I had turned down for "pizza and gelato".  

Under other circumstances I would have loved the concert, but my head was full of many things and I was more than a little angry at the world.  It was best to leave early and not endure the heat.  

Today I am grateful for supportive friends.

but by mid afternoon...

All is well in paradise!
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or (a few hours later)

Or one could simply move house!  (Zacchi? Who is Zacchi?)
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they said it would rain...

with 

THUNDER and LIGHTNING!!!

so I made some curtains... 

but as you can see, the rain wasn't much and the roof is quite dry! 

Dear Uncle Ross, 

Can you come back and do another house make-over please? 

I think I've messed up the winter insulation now, oops! 

Love, Piccolina 

Today I am grateful for the rain that we did get. 

recycling blog

Note to self: come back and read this blog.

Some brilliant ideas, love the tyre table!

and a blog blog... 

for my absent friend, I missed you there tonight

so I took a leaf from your book, closed my eyes, and floated away on the music...

A golden flute for Feijoa (sorry I don't know the flautist's name) 

For my incredulous friend, yes, the kids are still out at concerts at 11pm, growing up with the best of music and not knowing how privileged they are.  I am still torn between finding them a distraction and marvelling at how lucky they are.  This little one directly in front of me was perfectly behaved, and the one behind the music stand was as well behaved as an energetic little one could be, although rather distracting at times.

 I'm becoming used to seeing golden flutes (and I do think they sound sweeter) but this one was silver... the performance was outstanding, the finish was sensational, although it was not really my prefered type of music.

And somewhere in this picture is Tania Di Giorgio again, singing my favourite O Mio Babbino Caro (Oh My Beloved Father).  Despite the rather sad story behind the song, it never fails to lift me to a wonderful space!



Today I am grateful for my wonderful life here in Italy.  

enough rain for a rainbow

But as yet not enough rain for the trees and gardens.  

Today I am grateful for clear air.