Garden

I am taking a few minutes this quiet Sunday morning to sit in the garden. The sun is lighting up villages on the surrounding hills, a sight I never tire of. The fountains in the garden provide the perfect audio accompaniment.

I talked with an Italian man the other day who told. Me in his perfect English that when he was looking at property in Tuscany a few years ago, he talked to a couple of old men in Montisi. They asked him if he had seen the beautiful sunrise that day. He was sold, wanting to move someplace where old men still appreciated the sunrise.