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Italy is green, lush and flowering in April and early May. Roadsides are red with poppies. The hills seem to topple over with blooming trees of every kind. Mild days and cool nights bring an invigorating balance. The air is fresh and bright. It is the best of times.
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in the long and the short of it, the present period was so like the present, that we didn't know if we were a comin' or a goin', the noisiest authorities just stood around and boasted, and insisted on being deceived by themselves for richer or for poorer in the supercilious 6th degree of abomination
Posted by: Guido Sarducci | May 10, 2008 at 02:28 PM
WTF?
Posted by: TH | May 10, 2008 at 02:58 PM
http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29595.html
Posted by: Guido Sarducci | May 10, 2008 at 04:05 PM
somehow that quotation doesn't seem to apply to the marvelous pix yer a-showin' us.
Posted by: fredric koeppel | May 10, 2008 at 05:28 PM
I know.
The other night we discussed Marco's drug intake in the 60s and 70s. I think this might qualify as a "flashback."
Funnily enough, though, Charles Dickens is mentioned in the post I'm writing now. Synchronicity.
Posted by: TH | May 10, 2008 at 05:33 PM
It's a slight alteration of the end of the Dickens quote-cliche. That's all. Wine people relax. It is for amusement while you sip an old Brunello.
Posted by: Guido Sarducci | May 10, 2008 at 08:37 PM
I'm tired but happy in the best of times.
Posted by: Marco | May 11, 2008 at 08:40 PM
Firmly but gently I must tell you till the cows come home that I'm not sipping Brunello. I drink it once in a blue moon. I'm not about to shell out my hard-earned money for a wine that will probably lead me down the garden path and then up a creek without a paddle. Give me a tried and true, honest and hard-working wine like a biodynamic producer's hand-picked and clean as a whistle Greco di Tufo. It's a win-win wine. You get what you pay for, an honest wine for an honest day's work. That's a 10-4, good buddy and that's all she wrote.
Posted by: TH | May 11, 2008 at 09:12 PM