seen the photos?
They are the blue tits that are 2 winters lunch with us. The favorite food is butter.
Last year it consumed on the windowsill, this year I caught a bit and then they take a chunk and take him away ....
There will be someone who expects "breakfast in the nest? Who knows.
However, it is Sunday.
game was dull, foggy, damp and rainy and then became a stop.
seems to have stepped back in November. And to say that we were already accustomed to a certain tiepidino ... You could pull a little out from the neck scarf, a little wary as turtles ..
It would be a Sunday in nearly the end of winter, a walk in the countryside, but today just does not invite to come out. Fri
rranno Caldino the sun and is free from heavy coats, with a new skin we will enjoy the warmth and squinting so much brightness.
I did two days of leave, which joined the weekend meant four days of non-office 4.
I just had a way to pull the plug.
What then on Thursday I did housework.
Friday instead I went for a ride in a city-like fun.
I, apart from bookstores and stationery shops, I love DIY and haberdashery.
So Friday morning I went to a shop huge, almost a warehouse. A feast for the eyes! What have I bought? NOTHING. But I have seen so many beautiful things and when I need it I'll know where to find them.
the afternoon ride in the center, among beautiful Baroque squares and angles and then ... do not want a snack so gorgeous? So much for the diet I ate a cannoli Sicilian who was a fairy tale. The filling was fresh and freshly prepared. Mmmmmmmm!!
Now I have to stay on a fast for a while, but not too much because Friday was a long walk, almost 5 hours and not are few ...
Yesterday morning the market for vegetables and fruit, and then butcher and baker then: supply of food for weeks crammed between freezer and refrigerator (orange, mon amour!).
And now I am here to browse through the blog, a knitting knitting is becoming ever, because wool is too fine and suspension because - cap had asked a friend with brain cold!
A little later a coffee and a book to read on the couch waiting for me .....
And it will come the twilight, that hour so sweet that I just not growing melancholy ... a kind of thin that spleen prende il cuore e lo strizza un pochino...
In fondo per stare bene non mi occorre poi molto...
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