We open our shuttered windows and lean out peering down into the night clad valley below. The lights of Pisa light up the distant horizon, reminding us of the
A Glorious Evening
busyness of the life we left behind.
Below us fireflies flit through the arbour and the tiered garden that cascades below us, like spiralling embers from a camp fire, they burn brightly, then fade and disappear…
A haunting, eerie hooting reminds us that the night is the domain of the owl, who abound in these thickly forested slopes that have endured through generations.
This is Tuscany, the Tuscany that has endured through millennia, grown and nurtured its people and its customs. A land where people live as their great, great grandparents did. Where the land and there labour, provide a bounty year round. Generation upon generation have lived solely off what the land provides through winter, spring, summer and fall.
I see now why Tuscany has stolen the hearts of so many; she is beautiful, fresh, alluring… yet also ancient and enduring! Tuscany….. you have my heart!
