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The Veggie Update Diluvione (The Temple of Time)

Mamma Helga has finally arrived. Seeing her leave the airport in late spring in triple jumper now takes us to Italy and to you all. But I'm keeping you apart from the spring, which must be a bit 'chilly over there ... arrived home, a lot of talk centered and sleep early. Tomorrow, like any good fitting provides the walker on the farm. And so it was, or at least the first 700 meters. Why return from Helga ruzzula lavender to the ground. Sprained ankle. Then one wonders ... why? Because right now, the first day, after months of waiting for his visit here? But Helga rash bite the bullet and shooting. Or so 'it seems, since the aftermath of the fall are still clearly visible. Major projects were in mind, but none of them involved a battered ankle. So we bunkered down at home, then it is not even so bad. Of things to tell us we have several and even though we could not show "that wonderful Australian people, "the farm it is still a case in point, a kind of summary for travelers without a lot of holidays. The days pass quickly, but do not skimp in giving us little surprises every day, where drops of morning dew are off to strong sunshine and singing birds are quick to give you bensvegliato (if not to wake up at all) and starry skies immensely accompany our rest, where trees dance to the rhythm of the wind cheers our sight and the smell of freshly cut hay and blends to accompany new and intense floral fragrances. The animals, without fear, and almost as neighbors, show and share a bit 'of their privacy. Everything had been calculated alla perfezione, l'ingresso di Meggie nella famiglia, I giorni di ferie, destinazione paradiso. Ma come sempre, I conti li puo' fare solo l'oste, che oggi si chiama destino. Ci si potrebbe stressare per accadimenti come questo (tipo il Lago che, smaniante, già sognava bianche spiagge e lunghe distese desertiche nei suoi occhi), ma anche se il motivo è e rimarrà oscuro (o forse no), un perchè ci deve essere. E a suggellare questo, piogge incessanti hanno scalzato il sole dal suo trono sin dal primo giorno di ferie e come in una partita a risiko, la strategia della “vita” prevede che non cessino fino all'ultimo dei nostri giorni off. Piogge purificatrici, docce fresche per l'anima. Joining this small misunderstanding with the boss too, to confirm to us that perhaps was not the time of posting but the harvest. Reflection. Also because after months of hard work and the environment is always a time of rest, as long as the money shots. So here we are still at home, without physically, but free to travel with the mind. Meggie is a rustic lady attempatella, distracted and back 'a bit' dodgy maybe, but witty and bright. Founded in 1969, with unquestionable purpose of freedom, had retired to private life by a friend, with whom he delighted to pass the time of his "disengagement" between ocean fishing trips and afternoon nap passed in the garden. Made no mention of her relationship with her intimate friend, but we know from reliable sources that have often slept together. Meggie trasferirisi and decided to spend some 'time with us a few days ago, with renewed intentions of intense life, some to live a second youth, but in retrospect those old ladies lived and still vigorous and curious. Meggie is our trailer. Our first, new, old trailer. Today is our fourth of five days off, and Helga, and Meggie, they can not socialize as the customs and ways require, but there will be other occasions. Meggie is however still trying to familiarize themselves with his new home, and Helga is discovering Australia through the manifestation of the little things, those things because of our hectic lives we often ignore or take for granted. On the other hand has established important and lasting relations with swarms of friendly flies and imperturbable, and not the love that they never feel lonely. Now the time is not lacking and no one looks at his watch. Let the light and dictate the action and marked the time of rest, we leave the task of the vegetable cibarci according to his ideas of growth and seasonality, having pulled his ear, ready to catch the clumsy hand of the silent Kukubarra, that as a good Bernacca of heaven invariably sings its heartbreaking lament to herald the arrival delle di piogge. Proprio come un'ora fa.