Rozmarné léto

That’s Czech for ‘capricious summer’ one of the few Jiri Menzel films I’ve seen.

It was 25c when i picked up the boss and now the rain is bulleting down.

I staggered around with my nasal drip pushing things into the ground as the forecast gives four more days of rain.

Whitsun is such a lovely holiday. The first sigh of relief of coming summer.

I did see the hobby hawk briefly - in all its swiftian majesty - after hearing its call from al quarters these last weeks. Lovely that they are here.

The rain hammering on the different varieties of pepper plants I put in. My thumb sore. My ear like the sea breaking.

Capricious endless treacherous spring.

The broadbeans bent and whipped to obeisant attention by the rain from the sou west.

La speranza è l’ultima da morire. Her words from yesterday echo as thunder cracks around the old walls that have surely seen worse than this.

One of my favourite songs from the cantautore (singer songwriters) of the Italian spring: Lucio Dalla’s ‘Anna e Marco’.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r7wvmPM8LYA