Sunday, June 07, 2009
Lamp and Overlook
I have to admit to crying as we left for Venice the next morning. I felt so welcomed and cared for and so at home here. From the grounds to the food to the people to the early morning birds, THIS is the Italy I think of and dream of. It was so hard to say goodbye.
On a funny note - the morning we left, the folks were picking mulberries from one of their enormous trees. When I got home to North Carolina, for the first year ever, our own young mulberry had borne sufficient mulberries for us to pick. I rendered them into jam yesterday -- Although I have picked mulberries for years and made jam while in South Carolina, THIS wee tree in Oxford, and THIS year's first bounty, will forever tie me to La Romita.