Yesterday we had a blizzard - winds strong enough to blow a steel barbecue across the terrace and relocate the TV aerial, and a few inches of snow frothing over the olive trees like soapsuds. We're on the edge of a Siberian front that's bringing unusually cold weather across europe. It's still snowing on and off and more snow and freezing temperatures forecast for the weekend. Winter weather like this doesn't usually last for longer than a couple of weeks, though further north it's more severe.
We're cat and dog sitting at Peralta for ten days or so at the moment - one frisky little hunting dog called Ellie who's obsessed with chasing objects, an elderly, deaf, arthritic, but very aristocratic Spinoni called Frank (short for Frankenstein!), Vaniglia- a shy burmese cross cat, and a big, affectionate black and white male called Pino. Tonight they're all in beside a roaring fire and we've opened a bottle of wine to keep out the weather.
Neil is about to start another sculpture down in the marble yard, but tomorrow is the feast of San Biaggio, so nothing is open now until Monday. Typical Italy!