Out the front door, looking down into the garden.
S. Mar balcony garden transported. Looking rather forlorn.
Out the sitting room window.
Door to nowhere. I think there was supposed to be a balcony outside this door, but it opens onto the terracotta tiled roof. Never mind. The view is wonderful, and it will make a nice place to have tea when I've got another table.
Sitting room, piled up with boxes.
New sink as of Friday morning!
This was a few days ago. It's much tidier now.
Out the sitting room windows. Morning in the mountains seems to follow a pattern this time of year. At night the clouds sink down and settle in the valley like a huge, mountainous bowl of milk. By one o'clock they have gone back up to the sky again and the sun shines down.
Norcia, out my bedroom window, dreaming its ancient dreams.
Little Winnie's favourite activity: worshiping the oil radiator, the only source of heat until the gas gets turned on by Eni.
The fireplace works but the chimney needs cleaning. I tried lighting a fire, but the only way to keep the smoke from filling the room was to open a window. The smoke trailed happily up the chimney then, but it rather defeated the purpose.
Never mind. All shall be sorted in time. Piano-piano, as the Italians say.