Monday, January 24, 2011

..RUSTIC TUSCAN ARCHITECTURE...


                                                                         
GOOD MORNING LIGHT......!
             

 Imagine a farmhouse in the Tuscan countryside and what often comes to mind first are lichen-covered , weathered stone walls.

Rough-hewn and massive walls are essential to the look of rustic tuscan architecture.
But stones are not merely a decorative element, tacked on a facade.
They are literally the building
                                                             blocks of rustic architecture.


                           


                                                                                









Tuscan farmhouses, almost always constructed on two levels,
 these simple buildings were originally lived in by farmers and their families.
The first floor was devoted to the workings on the farm,
 providing storage for equipment and most important:
shelter for the animals.


Horses, cows, chickens and rabbits where in rooms that were very roughly finished,
with bare dirt floor and unplastered stone walls.
 Entry was gained through a wide double-door, handcrafted of wood.
Once the doors were open, the doorway was usually the only source of light,
since there were rarely any other windows on this floor.












An external stone staircase reached the living quarters on the second floor.
 The home was divided in several spaces, including a central room with a hearth.
Not only a kitchen, -although all the cooking went on here-
this was the gathering place of the family. 
 Electricity and plumbing came very late; if at all,
 and for many years the only source of heat was a large open fireplace,
which was the heart of the home.












One of the reasons stone was used for farmhouses was its minimal expense .
In rural areas, when fields were plowed, stones came to the surface every season
and were a nocost building material.

The stones were carefully collected, sorted according to size,
and used to build retaining walls, property borders and walls for homes and stables.
The walls of an ancient farmhouse consist of whole rocks…!












Although farmers inhabited the houses, they were usually owned by wealthy landowners,
under a system known as „mezzadria“:
In exchange of a portion for their crops,
 farmers were allowed a place to live in what was actually a feudal system.

After the system was dismantled in the 1960s,
these houses were gradually abandoned,
as the farmers left for the cities to find more profitable work.










And so the houses began to crumble, with roofs caving in and walls tumbling down.

By the early seventies, abandoned farmhouses were almost being given away.
For a few thousand dollars, farmers as well as the aristocracy,
 were more than happy to unload these neglected buildings onto foreigners
 and as well as city-dwelling Italians,
 in search of a bucolic way of life....

 
            And so began the newest  chapter in the life of these homes.....!


…..Imagine :  I am preparing the coffee in an ancient „piggy-stable“
and my living room is in the room
where  cows used  to live….!  
I certainly love it..!! 





Would you like to visit another little stonehome ...?
Come with me on my (click) hill....!!

Have a wonderful sunny week !!!

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Wednesday, January 19, 2011

WHITE TAILED WINTER QUEEN....




YESTERDAY MORNING.....

Winter-blue  sky with soft clouds dyed in antique rose. opaque purple
and lavender....
floating over  pale sapphire, grayblue and
charcoal-gray shaded rolling hills.....


A few hours later in the garden ...:
Who is this, this little one ...in
one of my first wild Iris..?







A gorgeous little
WHITE TAILED BUMBLE BEE.......

Certainly, a wonderful mild January morning;
but these little sweeties should be at this time of the year in their 
cozy "winter nest"...!


When honeybees are mentioned people often think of the
 round furry  BUMBLE BEES.
In fact bumblebees are not the bees that are kept in beehives
 and have a much simpler life cycle
than the more complex honeybee community...

(click on my "a very precious guest" story......to know BB better...!)
 










Ahhhh,  finally BUMBLE BEE got backwards out.....!
Isn't she soo qute....on top of it she is quiet a  little Beauty:
BUMBLE BEE shows off her little back leg
just on the fine yellow line of
this Wild Iris....
(...and as always I have never the right lense in these cute " miniature moments"....!)


The main features of the bumble bees life cycle is 
that " queen" bumblebees (reproductive females)
are produced at the end of summer and hibernate snugly
as individuals over the winter.

When spring arrives the queen must start the nest,
lay all the eggs, incubate them and feed the young larvae.
She is a busy, multitasking individual...!!!!
                                       
                                                     
                                                      
                                         
  
                                                     

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                                                   The wild Bee reels from bough to bough
                                                    With his furry coat and his gauzy wing,
                                   Now in a lily cup, and now Setting a jacinth bell a-swing.
                                                                      In his wandering.

                                                           by Oscar Wilde  (Source : Her Voice)


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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

...ALWAYS BRING YOUR OWN SUNSHINE....





RAIN!

Whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones,
and chisel to shapes of grandeur
the very mountains.

by Henry Ward Beecher











                                                 Walking through puddles is my favorit metaphor for life.

                                            by Jessi Lane Adams  

      














Wherever you go, no matter what the weather,
always bring your own sunshine.


by Anthony J .D'Angelo,
The College Blue Book


                                                 Jump over by clicking on:

                                                                                                   The golden doughter of the winter sun  
                                                                My story  about our  Oranges!





                                                         Do not miss the chance to enjoy oranges,
                                                          they taste great and are a natural health booster.
                                                The perfect snack(!!) after a long walk in the rain,
                                                 a great drink (their juice is simply fantastic..!)
                                                   and if you have time to cook,
                                               a wonderful ingredient for both savoury
                                                or sweet recipes....!!




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Wednesday, January 5, 2011

...SWEET "BEFANA".....




                            


La Befana

Italy's traditional celebration includes the tale of a witch known
as La Befana,
who arrives on her broomstick
during the night of the january 5....








                                                                  
                                                                                 She enters each house through its chimney....
                                                                                        and silently fills each child stockings........ 
                                                             
                                                       









The legend of la Befana may stretch to pagan times.
She first appeared in ancient Roman
 winter festivals as aging Mother Nature,
delivering her last gifts....

 
                                                                  I'll recount you the tale....:
                                      La Befana  was famous for spending her days in the kitchen, 
                                                                cooking and sweeping.
                   On the first Christmas, the Magi stopped by her house, asking directions to Bethlehem.
           She made them dinner and they told her, “We're going to see the Christ child,
                                                               want to come along?          
                  “Impossible,” she replied. “There's all these dishes to wash and the kitchen to sweep!”
                      So the kings went on their way. Then, as the old woman was sweeping, it hit her: 
                                          Did those men say they were going to see Jesus?
                                She ran out of her cottage with her broom to follow them, but…
                         no kings in sight. She kept running, until her broom lifted her into the air.
                 Ever since, La Befana has flown through the night sky on the Eve of the Epiphany,
                         delivering goodies to children, hoping one of them is the Christ child.....








All kids  hang stockings close to the fireplace and set out a glass of wine for La Befana.
 She knows no child has been perfect all year,
 so tomorrow morning they'll find their stockings filled
 with a mix of treats – coal (actually delicious black rock candy),
 maybe walnuts & tangerines…
and finally they'll dig to the bottom and find chocolates and caramels....


Who could not adore this
ordinary woman, caught in the midst of her
ordinary world,
suddenly struck by the
Epiphany,
dropping everyting to run
and be a part of it?
We all in Italy love her...
and celebrate
with Joy
sweet Befana.....
and believe me.....not only the children....!

HAPPY BEFANA......!!!!!!

Do not forget to hang your stockings close to the fireplace...!  

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Monday, January 3, 2011

The MASTER KEY....




Love is the master key which opens the gates of happiness.

by Oliver Wendell  Holmes











Morning view on a beautiful Vineyard of the
a sublime "young" Winery
very close to the
Etruscan coast..













GOLDEN MORNING SUN

 I couldn't truly think of a more beautiful start of the New Year...!!!















The Vineyards........dormant in their Winter sleep.....!

I wish You a magnificient, sunny
start in the first
week of our
2011

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