been some time........but now it's 26c!

I have finally stopped wearing my hat in the house. I feel a little like coming out of hibernation. What a beautiful day  it is outside. I was sitting on the step reading a book for a while but had to come inside as I was too hot.
It is Saturday and I like to do more fun stuff, it is the weekend after all. And as I was out last night till 1am I am not as bright as I might have been.
I have not written much since the beginning of April as I have been waiting for exactly the right subject and then the right moment to write it. As if that is possible!!
So consider this a little box of jewels, chocolate wrappers, photos, special ornaments, old letters and so on that have made up life here in the last month.
The jewels would be the lovely people I have come into contact with recently. The friend with an art shop who never fails to encourage me by her enthusiasm and passion for art and  giving local artists a chance to shine. There are the guys who run the club who make us feel so welcome  and the lady I met in the street who always gives me a hug and tells me about events happening round Pisticci, the artist from a nearby town who took us to see his studio and then gave us a gift of a print.... I could go on and on remembering all the little moments when  someone took the time to smile or greet me or wave or ask how I was or offer to help in some way.
Chocolate wrappers  would be all the little treats, like chocolate, like a walk in the dark, meals with friends, cofffee and cakes in the cafe with the lovely red sofas,  Anna , from the bar practising her english on me, arriving in my street and relishing the view again,  seeing the puppies by the side of the road,  enjoying a bottle of wine made locally and on and on....
Special ornaments would be things like my new scooter which glides and is lovely to look at, and my new drawings, which I look at every time I pass them and can't believe I did that. Then there is Pisticci itself which looks like a fairytale village in daylight and a jewel set on a hill at night.
Old letters are like the memories I have of all the crazy, fun things that have happened here in the last 6 years which happen when driving or walking around and recognising street corners because I painted them, or houses because we were shown round them, or remembering how the house used to look before it was improved again,  or finding the electric bill that convinced me to use gas.........
And I am always taking photos but never enough to capture more than a brief glimpse of Pisticci in spring,  my new scooter (sitting -not gliding and zooming  and bouncing), a little part of the street market and so many other things.


my lovely new scooter  parked in my street




Pisticci street market




painted from walk on beach




from the car park today




spring in countryside

 But as a "photo" is worth a thousand words then  enough said.