April in Italy

Early morning from the terrace

So here I am back in Peralta, waking up to the mist lifting out of the valleys and a chorale of birdsong.  I'm hoping for enough peace and quiet to get some creative work done, free from the stress of  deadlines.  Definitely suffering from exhaustion of the spirit - if not of the body.  My mind feels completely wrung dry.

It is very beautiful here in spring - the wisteria is out and the white spirea, though the trees are still hung with winter-ripened oranges.  Time for a glass of wine on the terrace (medicinal!) and some sun-worship.  I am incredibly lucky to be here!

Wisteria on the tower