I have just spent a miserable week in Codiponte, weather-wise. All it ever seems to do down there... and in the rest of Italy too from many the reports of the smartly decked-out Il Capitano del Meteo on RAI 1... is rain, rain & blow cold winds, rain & dump snow, rain & sling sleet, rain, rain, rain. I refuse to show you a picture of this!!!
Last Tuesday, during a down-pour, and thus, unable to do anything important outside... like find fertile homes for the box-wood recently trucked-in when the sun was shinning... I wandered around The Garden in my high-top Wellies and took stock. I discovered that I have a major water problem.
You see that ramp coming down from the Upstairs Apartment? Well, on that day, it was a dry river bed. When it rains, however, it becomes a Mississippi River. There is a secondary ramp on the left too, marked by the wheel-barrow. It's the Ohio River. All the rain-water comes pouring down from these two mighty rivers and floods La Spianata... or, plateau???... so the grass-seed can't take hold for an eventual badminton court. Let's pause here for A Desperate Note...
On the 30th of April, a Saturday, 100 or more of Mr. You's relations are destined to descent upon us at Il Poggiolo for a family reunion. We've got to have a bdaminton court ready for them!!!
Last Tuesday, during a down-pour, and thus, unable to do anything important outside... like find fertile homes for the box-wood recently trucked-in when the sun was shinning... I wandered around The Garden in my high-top Wellies and took stock. I discovered that I have a major water problem.
You see that ramp coming down from the Upstairs Apartment? Well, on that day, it was a dry river bed. When it rains, however, it becomes a Mississippi River. There is a secondary ramp on the left too, marked by the wheel-barrow. It's the Ohio River. All the rain-water comes pouring down from these two mighty rivers and floods La Spianata... or, plateau???... so the grass-seed can't take hold for an eventual badminton court. Let's pause here for A Desperate Note...
On the 30th of April, a Saturday, 100 or more of Mr. You's relations are destined to descent upon us at Il Poggiolo for a family reunion. We've got to have a bdaminton court ready for them!!!
Ditto, the same situation at L'Esseccatoio. That somewhat grassy ramp is nothing more than a conduit for tons of water & silt. We now have grass growing where we don't need it... on the Cortile. Remember, it took Mr. You & me an entire day... lo' those two years ago... to scrape-off the 15 to 20 years of sod build-up, which had accumulated on the Cortile, as per all that nourishing water & silt.
So, when once again in Codiponte, I will need to bring in Earth-movers & Marcello to reshape the ramps, dig & bury pipes to take the run-off somewhere else. Had I been real, real, real smart, I would have gotten Marcello back last August, when re-building The Garden's terraces, to dig troughs for the water to scurry right into the Fish Swimming Pool. Apparently, programing infrastructure ain't my bag. Gads.
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