Two Polish Lowland Sheepdog brothers in Italy - now about to head to France
Thursday, 14 May 2009
Summer - lemons,pomegranates,and walnuts
Summer is well and truly here. It's seven o'clock in the morning Italian time and the heat is building up. Wilf and Digby have had their morning constitutional and have now contentedly settled down in the shade of the porch to await the arrival of the gardeners. For some reason the woodland around is full of cuckoos this year and their distinctive call has been echoing around the hills since first light. Why they should be so prolific this year is another of those rural Italian mysteries .There is something about the cuckoos call that makes sleep absolutely impossible. In our quest for an environmentally friendly life style we have been busy planting trees. In addition to the standard fare of oaks, olives and pines we have also added walnuts and to us, wildly exotic pomegranates and lemons. For shade we've put in a huge plane tree to cast its shadow over the front of the house. All of this has required the return of the gardeners to make sure that everything is well staked and irrigated before the dry winds from the Sahara start to blow in June.
2004 - We sell the farm in Scotland and move to the warmth of southern Europe. 2 lively Polish Lowland Sheepdogs - Wilf and Digby - our patient and comical companions. After a year in Provence we head to Italy to restore a hilltop Roman watchtower . Following an unpleasant 'housejacking' in late 2009 we set off for new adventures in South West Franceto get to grips with a large and exceedingly rickety old farmhouse. Empty nesters life after the violence of Italy has a gentler tempo. Digby passed on from piroplasmosis in May 2010. HIs brother, despite being diagnosed with cancer and having become blind ,soldiered on for another two years. Bob and Sophie joined us in 2013. Bob passed on in 2019. Sophie enjoyed the fresh air in Scotland after we returned in late 2022 but ran ahead in the summer of 23. This blog records all those little things about living with dogs that are too unimportant to make it into a diary but which make life, life.
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