Looking through the fence, through the carefully pruned and tied up climbing roses which just now are sprouting new red shoots, to where there should have been sown rows of favas already dark green and leggy between the mounds of grey artichokes, and likely the last of last autumn’s fat ruffled cabbages alongside slim feathery bulbs of fennel, but instead, finding dry patches of weeds and a shovel propped against the stone wall at the far end of the garden, comes an understanding, belatedly, of that which earlier in the morning, from the church down in the piazza, was an unscheduled long ringing of bells.
First published March 6, 2020
I added this blog as a way to share some thoughts and experiences around the impact of Covid-19 on my life here in Southern Italy. These posts have been a near-daily practice during this time and are largely unedited, most having been first posted on Facebook. They are of course in order with the most recent entry on the first page. I invite you to explore previous posts or even start from the beginning.