I know now
That we must protect what we love
I know now
That we can’t let opinions in
Because if you love cake
And someone else doesn’t
You wouldn’t stop eating the cake
Because they didn’t like it
This is how we wish our guests an exciting and happy day…
All of them have been cooking their dinner in our Communal Kitchen, merrily sharing spaces and tools,
Later they were eating all together on the terrace, each couple on their cosy table with candle-light and the sound of crickets surrounding them, chatting lightly and enjoying the company of the stars and the moon,
that equally shine on very each one of us….
After a whole year of urban landscapes, grey skies, noisy roads, dirty window-panes, traffic jam, bills, frozen food & cheap wine, dusty air and angry folks,
trust us, and just drive slowly down to the end of this wild bumpy road, enjoy the pebbles, enjoy the stones, let your eyes explore the yellowish skyline, and look ad the bottom of the valley, on your left, at that fairytale house.
You’ll see it’s an old house made in stones, surrounded by little quiet cypresses, young fruit trees with some happy little animals, there on the terrace, called “aia”in the past , you can finally let yourself go.
Feel the warm wind on your skin, hear the sound of cicadas piercing the silence, see the bright mid-day light sourrounding short, vertical shadows, smell the dry and rich soil, and just let yourself be conquered by that lazy lazy feeling…
Can you hear the voice of hammocks calling you, from the shade of the cypress?
This is the physical sensation of a Tuscan Summer,
and it gently recalls sweet and unforgettable childhood memories.
Between the red leaves of October and the first chills of November you can tell Winter is about to arrive, but you can find some comfort with the upcoming “OLIO NOVO”!
It is now olive harvest time in Tuscany and in few weeks olive oil lovers (which includes most everyone in Italy) will be able to get that first taste of the freshly pressed oil.
In Tuscany, harvesters begin picking olives around mid October and work well into the month of November, and olive mills, or frantoi, are open around the clock to get all of the olives pressed in a timely fashion.
After last year tragic “fly illness” of the Olive trees, which gave a zero oil season as a result, you can see splendid olives on our trees, and we can’t wait to try that fresh, green, peppery, fruity, spicy taste that only Tuscan new oil can give…yummy on toasted bread with garlic!!!
A liter of oil direct from the producer should cost between 7 and 9 euros, while shops will sell a liter for about 10 euros. Experts warn consumers to watch out for offers that sound too good to be true. There are many tricks of the trade, and it is wise to always check the provenance of the oil before purchase, as well as its colour, smell, and taste, if possible.
For those who can’t get enough of new oil, there are several festivals and fairs celebrating what is one of the most important food crops from this region, but we suggest to drive around our stunning Chianti region, enjoy the changing colors and stop by at any azienda agricola to try and buy!
Acquapietra is so lucky to be very close to Azienda Agricola LE CORTI, where you can follow every step of the production, discover their amazing frantoio and try the green gold for 14 euro!
Hurry up, we wait for you with our special winter rates, starting with 84 euro per night!
di Gianni Rodari (autore per grandi e piccini)
Conosco una città
dove la primavera
arriva e se ne va
senza trovare un albero
un ramo da far fiorire
di rosa o di lillà:
Per quelle strade murate
la poveretta s’aggira
con le migliori intenzioni:
appende un po’ di verde
ai fili dei tram,ai lampioni,
sparge dei fiori
davanti ai portoni,
e dopo un momentino
se li riprende il netturbino!
Altro da fare
non le rimane,
per settimane e settimane,
che dirigere il traffico
delle rondini,in alto,
dove la gente
non le vede e non le sente.
Di verde in quella città,
e dirvi il suo nome non posso,
ci sono soltanto i semafori
quando non segnano rosso .
by Gianni Rodari (a dreamy author for children and parents)
I know a city where spring comes and goes
without finding a tree to revive,
a branch to flourish with pink or lilac
around those streets, walled as prisons
the poor girl wanders with the best of intentions
hanging a little green to the wires of the tram, to the lamp posts ,
scattering flowers in doorways ,
but after a while the garbage man throws them away!
More to do does not remain ,
for weeks and weeks, than direct swallows’s traffic, up in the sky,
where people can t see and hear .
Green in that city ,
and I can not tell you his name ,
you only find it in semaphores
when they do not mark red!
Filastrocca di Primavera
di Gianni Rodari
Più lungo è il giorno, più dolce la sera.
Domani forse tra l’erbetta
spunterà la prima violetta.
O prima viola fresca e nuova
beato il primo che ti trova,
il tuo profumo gli dirà,
la primavera è giunta, è qua.
Gli altri signori non lo sanno
e ancora in inverno si crederanno:
magari persone di riguardo,
ma il loro calendario va in ritardo.
by Gianni Rodari
The longer the day ,
the sweeter the evening .
Tomorrow maybe the first violet will bloom in the grass
Oh violet fresh and new
Blessed the first one that will see you!
your scent will tell that Spring has come, it is here .
The other gentlemen do not know yet
and will still think they are in winter,
they maybe very respectable,
but their calendar goes late!