This morning we had a little break so were finally able to settle into our quarters in Tuscany. Our windows overlook the fabled Chianti hills and we have a little terrace to sit outside. So we thought we’d have breakfast on the terrace, relax for a minute and enjoy the view. We hard boiled some brown eggs, then I toasted a piece of ciambellone that Josephine made back in Morolo to go with her homemade cherry jam from their own trees.
|View outside our house|
Suddenly out of nowhere, a rumble turned into a roar turned into a glass shattering screech. A pack of 5 fighter jets screamed across the sky over the wide open valley. Then they banked sharply and blazed back through the air leaving my teeth clenched. Practice sorties for rookie pilots from the nearby Asciano air force base. Linda and I sat frozen. All other sounds stopped in their wake until the echo of the jets faded away. Then cautiously the sheep and the birds started in again as our hearts started beating again.
I cleared my breakfast dishes and headed to the bedroom where I heard the soft thrum of an engine. When I opened the door I found the room filled with a squad of bees all smashing into the window panes and madly crisscrossing the ceiling beams. It was bedlam! I tried to shoo them out until they darted for my head, but I couldn’t open another window because out on my little balcony there was a cloud of about 400 more bees laying siege, battering the door trying to break in. So I ran out of the room, slammed the door and yelled for Linda to run for her life.
Ah, the peace and tranquility of spring in Tuscany!