Bone chilling blue this morning. Temps decidedly below freezing. Another wintry wonderland of frost across the Lunigiana landscape. The sliver of a Moon appears a gentler display than marigolds... an acquisition insisted upon by Dr. You-know-who last Summer... crushed by a night-time assault of ice. But, you know...
poking around my 2,000 sq. meters of Italian soil, the urge comes over me to get hands dirty with some Gardening Tasks. Yet, I squash this sensation. Ice is cruel enough without subjecting the garden greenery with a weed-wacker, hedging shears or a shovel. However, I AM plotting plans for My Spring Blitz...
first priority will be to build some sort of fence, so folk won't plummet off the many high rock walls of il Poggiolo. The key candidates being the one down at the Fish Swimming Pool...
and other very, very tall one above the Cortile. There just is NO SECURITY of a lilac border 25 feet above the paving stones of the Cortile...
then, I want to move a few ill-placed plants in the famous Green Privacy Wall at the top of the top-most terrace...
next, is to trim the two mulberry trees, so they will grow like two leafy umbrellas for purposes of shade. A slightly annoying circumstance of the garden del Poggiolo is that in the Summer, from sunrise to sunset, the garden is ablaze with sunlight, whereas, there's practically NONE during the short days of Winter...
finishing with planting more box-woods where they are wanted, i.e. down at the Fish pool, again, and along the ramp leading from the Apt. Azzurro down to the Spianata... or, our Scenic Overlook of that Commie apartment building on the other side of the valley from us.
All that is required would be for Mr. Father-Time to hurry us on past the Holidays, the doldrums of January & February to the month of March. In the meantime, all I can do is shiver in anticipation. Gads.
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