Good start to the week at all. Have you managed to pull the plug on these two days of celebration? This weekend was for me, very productive (the day on Saturday) and very relaxing (the day di Domenica). Sabato ho carteggiato, pitturato, incollato e perfino cucito. Sto preparando un tableau per un matrimonio per una dolce ragazza che si sposerà in Maggio. Un matrimonio molto elegante che avrà come colori principali il bianco ed il nero, molto chic.
Ieri pomeriggio invece, sembrava scoppiata la primavera. Il nostro cagnolone Buster, ha già "assaggiato" l'acqua del mare, facendo un bel tuffo ed una bella nuotata, mentre nel pomeriggio siamo stati a fare una passeggiata nel bosco. Con il fratello di Gigi e la sua compagna, siamo stati nei dintorni della "cala lotta" e ci siamo addentrati nel forest. There are many paths that begin around the house: there are those who go to mushrooms, chestnuts to those who go hunting, those who simply want to breathe fresh air, or some people like me, collect wildflowers. Yesterday I had two beautiful bouquets of primroses and violets, the latter of my favorites. Which flower scent of violets? I do not ever smell them would end.
Among the other day, I discovered a village ghost, hidden between two valleys behind the house. Walking in the woods, including oak trees, primroses and violets, a village has dawned on the horizon, even if the country is calling it nothing short of shocking. Time seems to stand still. About thirty houses all of stone, facing the edge of the woods. Around them, only the nature and nothing else. Old doors and broken windows, crumbling roofs, gates and locks closed with large planks of wood to block several steps. Then as we proceed along the main road, we begin to see some chickens walking towards us. We look with eyes shaped like a question mark: "But then someone lives here?". We continue on our path more and more curious, reds and blacks dozing cats in wooden boxes and suddenly we stopped by a huge goat that blocks the road. I step back from fear, that goat is really a pole. He looks at us curiously, seems to want to check his property, then turns on itself and goes into a home. But not in a ruined house, no, walk through the wooden door of a house, as if it were a small child. After a little old lady comes out, greet and fall to keep company with his "kid". It was a witch? Maybe one of those women from Triora? If you do not remember the story, read HERE . Maybe he was preparing a magic potion and we have disturbed! Oh dear ...
Do not miss the post tomorrow, because Shabby Chic Interiors , celebrates its third birthday with a nice blog candy! Come along!
PS If anyone is wondering why today there is no place dedicated to your homes, the reason is simply that I have no new house to show you, so if you want, you can send me your photos to my e-mail: sarahtognetti@yahoo.it
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