Tuesday, 19 July 2016

At last

Last seen 1976.

Wednesday, 13 July 2016

Upgrade, downgrade, retrograde

Well I knew it was going to be a bore,
but with more and more of my usual processes being given
the computer says, 'No' treatment,
I made a last ditch attempt to bring my old Mac up to date
with its first ever upgrade to El Capitan.

It didn't like it one bit.
It groaned and protested and chucked a spinning beach ball around all night.
Then it said it couldn't find my Bluetooth keyboard or mouse
but would I please enter my password.
So my son kindly sent away for the plug in variety of both
and we were back on speaking terms.

But another part of the problem lay in my extensive photo collection
happily housed in carefully labelled Events in iPhoto.
Now they have been ported into a new library called Photo
and it as if the whole lot were chucked into the air
and then randomly stuffed into shoe boxes 
called Moments, Albums and Collections.

I hardly dare to upload a photo here,
because it must laboriously search for every single picture taken since 2008,
playing with the beach ball all the while, 
and then I must try to find one to illustrate my bon mots.
But I'm going to give it a go
because otherwise it's all up with this blogging business
and back to pen and paper diaries.

 Well worth the wait.
I think I deserve a little flowery crown too.

Thursday, 30 June 2016

On why we will never be self-sufficient

French beans.


Red cabbage.

Runner beans.

Happy snails.

Perhaps this would be a match for them.
Crambe maritima or sea kale.
Leaves as tough as neoprene, but the stems are delicious blanched and
eaten like asparagus apparently.

Tuesday, 21 June 2016

Snappy snaps

I'd relied upon Tuscany to provide me with much blog worthy material
but, as the prevalent exclamatory writing style has it.

There was a cat. Monroe.

On a nice mat.

And a couple of shadow opportunities
when a fitful sun appeared.

But mostly it was about dodging the torrents.
This one at the top of the Torre Grossa in San Gimignano.

And lamenting the presence of chainsaws
in the valley below our house.

Yes down there in the fog.
8.30 until 5.00 unless it rained.

On the plus side, the food is not affected by rain.
And the chainsaws cannot follow one into restaurants.

Also it was very green and the wildflowers were abundant.

And I wasn't once bitten by a mosquito.

Monday, 13 June 2016

For the boys

We made a nostalgia laden trip back to 
a farm in Tuscany.

The roses are still there - just.

The long cedar walks still
criss cross the estate

The bocce ball where we played in the cool shade
of the holm oaks,

 has fallen into disuse.

The river where we swam

and sunbathed on the rocks,

was in full spate after torrential rains.

The olive trees recovered well

after the devastating frost of 1985.

The picnic table at the belvedere 

 looks just the same.

 The views over your shoulder to Siena are timeless.

But it wasn't all about looking back.
We found new things
and went to new places
and maybe one day we could take everyone
and make new memories.