Once Carpenters Were Different…
No one at work today. Again. Damned flu!
Well, at least the weather looks friendly. A bit cold — this morning the thermometer recorded 3°C, about 37F — but completely bright sky.
I’ll make the most of the situation to tell you something about us.
We’ll host our guests in a mansion inside a farm. Our specialty, since 50 years, are gerberas, first was my father-in-law, then my husband whom I added after marriage.
We got so used to them that, almost, we no more notice how wonderful they are. Alas, the flower market in Sanremo — once defined, deservedly, “city of flowers” — is declining these last years. That’s why we decided to invest in our old oil mill.
By the way, just to remove that faint smile from your face, no, we don’t think to feed our guests with flower!
We get our vegetable reserve!
They are luxuriant, aren’t they? I’m sorry you can’t smell and taste them through the Internet.
I can assure you that eating them just picked up, with a trickle of oil, the extra-virgin one made with “taggiasche” olives… Ask Marta for more information!
I think I’ll tell you more on olive oil in the future…
It looks like a disaster, but…
Some days life seems very tough: our dear Mulino Rosso has a really ugly look now.
We just removed all floors, we scraped all recent layers of plaster,
the restorer took all the window frames and plastic coloured pipes are everywhere, like a monstrous circulatory system.
Well, I cheer up gazing at San Giorgio from the window of the little room on top of the chapel. Do you like the view too?
Ciau Malina
