Photo by Rick Gush
The creek below our abode host an teemingness of wildlife .
Well , it ’s August and that mean that almost everybody in Italy is on holiday . I spent last week stockpile up on all the hardware and building supplies I think I ’ll need for the calendar month because most of those kinds of stores wo n’t open again until September .
I ’m sort of take a vacation myself , because I ’ve formally give up on trying to verify anything in the garden . Trellisesare collapsing , the weeds are rearing , and what ’s get well is doing so and what ’s not doing so well is hopeless at this point .
It ’s been a fairly abundant year overall , and I ’m reckon forrad to next month or so when I get to rip everything up and get ready for the winter season . Around here , most of the gardener go planting all their cabbage and cole crop in August . This has always bedevil me , as I ’m conditioned to think of imbed cool season craw in October , but when I see especially lush winter gardens around here , the owner usually tell me they planted a lot in August . So , I ’ll essay to stick to their lead this class , but I do n’t really have much extra space , so I ’ll need to be brutal in pull out some of the leaping crop to make space for moolah .
The photo above is of the brook below our place . I really like living on the creek . The constant gurgling of the H2O and the marvellous flock of birds , plants ands wild animals makes for a very attractive slight Mungo Park . My wife ’s female parent tells us how all the neck of the woods woman used to do their wash in the brook . I ’m always surprised how many Pisces there are in the creek ( C ) seeing as there are a lot of fish wipe out birds , like herons , kingfisher , seagulls and duck , that pay heed out in the creek . There are a lot of other animal in the creek as well , like feral CAT , barbaric Sus scrofa , rats , and the occasional chicken or pheasant . A class or so ago , I institute a huge black - and - gullible - striped snake in the creek . I measured it at well over 6 foot long with a head word the sizing of my fist .
The creek below our home hosts an abundance of wildlife.
trace towns dust the interior valleys of this area .
The picture to the right today is of one of the many “ ghost ” town in the interior valleys around here . This one was uninhabited until a few years ago , and even today , only about a quarter of the home are occupy . Charming homes can be had in these town for ridiculously low price . A Quaker of mine bought two adjoining homes in a like town for about 10,000 euro and fixed them up for an additional 20,000 . The trouble is that there ’s no work in these orbit , and retired eld people are n’t always queasy to hold out so far away from civilization . My friend now lives in St. Tropez , where he works as the captain of a luxuriousness yacht , and his romantic home base in the hill sits empty .
We lately had dinner at the local annual fete near the township in the pic . Just driving there , I saw a hundred altogether charming , sure-enough ruined stone family , and they pray to be adopted and fixed up again . But every meter I start wax romantically on these old wrecks , my wife brings me back to earth by reminding me that there ’s heap of work to be done on our own base and take me if I would mind paint our shutter .
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