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Posted by meggs WA Aust (My Page) on Sat, Feb 4, 06 at 23:10
Where are the New Italians? What is going on in the winter garden on the other side of the world? Is everything frozen like concrete?
Cheers from sunny WA, tomatoes are doing great, just planted the new lot of lettuce :-))) meggs |
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RE: where are the Finbars?
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- Posted by finbar Central Italy (My Page) on
Sun, Feb 5, 06 at 2:28
| Ciao Meggs. Here we are. The ground, and the remaining half a ton of cow poo waiting to be dug into the new vegie garden were all frozen solid over Christmas and into January. It's thawed out now thanks to some remarkably unseasonal late-January, early-Feb weather - we've had 12-14C this week. But who knows? Last year they had huge snow dumps at the end of February. About all I have in the ground at the moment is Cavalo Nero from last year. It survived the snow and frozen ground. The stuff is indestructible. Depending on the forecasts, I'll be starting peas and broad beans in the next week or so, and starting toms inside. April seems to be when toms go into the ground around here, so I'll have sturdy eight weeks old seedlings by then. I'll post some pics when I get around to uploading them. All that aside, life remains blissful! |
RE: where are the Finbars?
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| > All that aside, life remains blissful! Good to hear Finbar! (Well, maybe I should say "read" rather than "hear") *grin* It's not the same, in fact it's darn quiet when your season doesn't coincide with ours! PP, missing the occasional repartee with Dr Death. |
RE: where are the Finbars?
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- Posted by finbar Central Italy (My Page) on
Wed, Feb 8, 06 at 3:42
| Awwwww garrrnnnn getoutofit! We're living out at the olive farm at the moment, farm-sitting and dog-sitting while the owners are away on hols. It's been a good test of my Italian. There are tradesmen coming every day to put finishing touches to the house. Not a word of English between them. I'm coping reasonably well. Chimney Guys - working on a floating wall on the chimney in the dining room - I can cope with. I ask them to speak slowly, they do, and I can converse with them. But Door Guys - hanging some doors, changing external locks - are a different kettle of comprehension. They speak local dialect. No matter how slowly they speak, I'm utterly baffled. Kitchen Guys - finishing off the second, smaller kitchen - are the easiest to deal with of all. I can prattle away with them. Except they turn up for 20 minutes a day, leave their truck, and disappear off somewhere else. Very Italian in terms of tradesmen. Tomorrow means next week, next week means next month, and schedules are meaningless. At the same time, they're the nicest, most polite, most cheerful guys. When they turn up! |
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