I don’t know what silence is, I said, while I am floating in the void. It looks like Paradise – however you call it – the place where we go afterwards, doesn’t…
Browsing Tag
Harvest
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“All of life is a coming home. Salesmen, secretaries, coal miners, beekeepers, sword swallowers, all of us. All the restless hearts of the world, all trying to find a way home. [Patch…
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[The lovely cuttingboard you’ll see is from Twelvedots, a young Croatian label run by couple Jelena and Nikola. Dishes and bowls are TheFreakyRaku pieces available in our SHOP.] I was born in…
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Since I was a child, I have viewed a sea of olive trees as if they were a natural extention of my beautiful window, from my house in Tuscany. An edgeless balcony…
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Many of the olive trees scattered on the hills of a valley in Maremma in Tuscany, are over hundred years old. I know this place very well and I can move around…
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When you open the fridge in Dorina’s kitchen, it’s possible to find some strange things. Once, I nearly filled my sandwich with some rabbit glue because I had mistaken it for mustard!…
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SummerAfter the Tornado | Two recipes and a new sense of gratitude | Alternative Pesto & Stuffed Cherry Tomatoes + Bulgur With Herbs
What has recently happened here on the Riviera del Brenta, a large and wonderful area only a few kilometres from Venice, has deeply shaken me. An exceptional and devastating tornado has passed…
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The speed and the abbundance with which these wild shoots grow is surprising, especially after a light spring rain. Very early this morning, I’ve put my leather boots back on again and…
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There are secret corners in my garden where wild seasonal herbs await promptly for me. They may sometimes come out too early but they always grow back. I only need to remember…