Today was not a good day. Mainly because I found myself dwelling on the reality that we won't be getting back to Montemigiano this year.
I wish I could be there to enjoy Marisa's al fresco dinners - minus the cement mixer and orange safety netting because the chapel restoration will be finished now.
I miss the early morning sunshine on the geraniums in the window.
And I miss the sound of the horse's hooves as the neighbor takes his late afternoon ride.
It's a melancholy kind of thing. It will pass. For a while.