Yes, Pratoleva´s first week is up and running. No cuckoo, the evenings are still too cold; sap rising, though.
Yes, this morning´s morning – lizards , two newly hatched ( ? ) , nibbled at my wellingtons below at the Dependance in great morning sun. Where lizards lick, can Spring be far behind? Our viper vicious lies low in the next-door green jungle ( – owne by a pretty rough cousin from Viterbo, impoverished obviously, and he has as yet no takers for that little houseen at the front . – As of yet nobody will rent it, no mad Londoner with booming box or techno-bass snake-knockout in sight. Yet. ) . This hard winter knocked out a few rocks from his wall which , blocking my old Hamburg Audi, I duly removed yesterday from its path.
Yes, up and running; we have electricity and gas and water and wellingtons and hope and great peace and a young Marcello Gilga Mesh who will next Monday evening cut the still wet bejasus out of our humble three thousand odd square green metres. Yes, and promised , mythic sun for Easter Electric Chair Theology next liturgical week-end. I am deep into this new Clarinet Quintet, the Vanbrugh in 2010 ( date to be copper-fastened by RTE ) hopefully sawing and snorting their sighing ( and, occasionally, screeching, snoring or breathing ) accompaniment to the breaks in my Mozart – Corcoran line . ( His Clarinet Quintet too symmetrical for my purposes today but, yes, yet his Clarinet Concerto eternally unapproachable…. Apparently Mozart did have at his disposal a deeper clarinet – not a bass-clarinet but a , well, deeper clarinet chalemeau, Shawny Moore toffee )
We will paint the kitchen´s interior darker shadows a mellow-smellow honey-yellow. Meno male. 2009 should see a reduction in pitiless self-psychiatry and a rise in pleasure, Georgics Vergilian, some pig-dung for these roses, the odd pluck of a bum bass string on my ancient bum-500 Euros piano.
Bene.