Misty snow covered mountains send me to my favourite writing seat, next to the little wood burner, perfect.
I wrapped up well for my weekly trip to Villa Lempa market on Friday. It looked and felt more like February than April. Mist lingered on the mountains behind the village. Beneath the mist there was a fine dusting of snow.
The stall holders were dressed in several layers of clothing, making them look as though they’d gained weight since last week. Many of them weren’t manning their stalls, but huddled together in the nearest bar or cafe, watching for customers and leaving the warmth only when they had to. The good people of central Italy would never survive a cold day in Colorado.
The gentleman on the vegetable stall joked with me as usual.
“Mia moglie indossa biancheria intima lunga con questo tempo.” (My wife wears her long underwear in this weather).
She instantly swatted the back of his head, making me laugh. My trips to the market are always entertaining.
Saturday was dismal too, and not a day that invited outside activity. There is a manuscript that needs my attention, and Saturday was a good day to focus on it. The story is finished, and I’m running through it a third time before sending it to my editor…eventually it will be published, and hopefully before I pop my clogs!
We have two fireplaces in our living room. The monstrous one also heats the radiators, but its flames are hungry, and it constantly needs feeding. The cute little wood burning stove can simmer away all day on the same amount of wood that the big fireplace devours in an hour. It keeps the room just as warm too. I like to sit by the little fireplace, its my writing spot. We use the monster in the dead of winter, when we need to heat the whole house, and that doesn’t happen very often.
Monstrous hungry fireplace!