I know, I know. Most people love Italy for its climate: the sunny days, the dry weather that allows people to take many day trips and enjoy the outdoors. I am peculiar as far as the weather goes. I love the rain, the mists, the cool breeze, the grey skies. I love the weather that makes you feel comfortable indoors, curled up on your sofa with a good book and a cup of tea. Well, at least until that was possible… Now, with Liam there is no much curling-reading-sipping, and there is a lot of bending to pick up toys and holding tiny hands while he learns to take his first steps… Still, I couldn’t wait for a night like last night. A handbook thunderstorm which left behind a beautiful overcast, misty morning.
I was born in the wrong place, you might think. Maybe. Or maybe I get to truly enjoy these rainy days because we don’t get many. They make for a nice change.
And they make it comfortable to use the oven to bake cakes (and indeed yesterday evening I did make pizza and bake a chocolate cake for today’s breakfast…), or to prepare soups, polenta, and other autumn dishes. The fall turns my “nesting instinct” on, and I like it.
Besides, Tuscany is gorgeous in the fall I think. I went to tidy up Casina di Rosa this morning and the light after the rain was great. The details that I love so much about this little house seemed even prettier.
I sometimes forget that what is now a vacation rental home in Tuscany was my great-grandparents’ home a few years back. And not too many either. My great-grandmother Rosa died in 1984. If I close my eyes, I can still see her in her dark dress, with her long silver hair tied in a chignon held up by the old pins she had used all her life, sitting in her rocking chair knitting or sewing.
The name of the house means “Rosa’s little house”: that is how it was known in the village and that is the name we kept for it.