That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 73, 1609
Che tu possa scorgere in me quel periodo dell'anno
Quando le foglie gialle, o nessuna, o poche, sono appese
A quei rami che scuotono contro il freddo,
Quando risuonano cori di nude rovine,
dove prima i dolci uccelli cantavano.
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 73, 1609
Se la primavera delizia i nostri cuori con il risveglio della Natura che si fa palese in ogni dove, il principio dell'autunno, con le giornate che impercettibilmente si accorciano, si fanno vieppiù tiepide lasciandosi alle spalle il caldo torrido dei mesi estivi, e la campagna assume quelle tonalità ambrate, sui dorsi delle vallate, nei prati avvolti da un sole che sembra farsi sempre più dorato, a mano a mano che si allontana dal pianeta preparandosi lentamente alla stagione più fredda e nei tramonti che tingono il cielo di sfumature glauche imperlate dal biancore della luce sprigionata dalla luna, è per il mio temperamento il periodo più idillico e suggestivo dell'anno.
I frutti raccolti durante l'estate, particolarmente generosa, sono divenuti preziose conserve per l'inverno, ormai tutti custoditi in dispensa secondo le più vecchie tradizioni
Le temperature mitigate dalla stagione ci invitano a godere del vecchio forno a legna che Tenuta Geremia da secoli conserva ...
Prima di prendere congedo da voi, e farlo con la massima gratitudine, vi lascio con una citazione di George Eliot - pseudonimo di Mary Anne ( Marian ) Evans (1819 – 1880 ) - che ho nel cuore
“Is not this a true autumn day?
Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise.
The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn!
My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."
The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn!
My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."
[Letter to Miss Eliot, Oct. 1st, 1841]
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"Non è forse questa una vera giornata autunnale?
Proprio quella malinconia che ancora amo - capace di armonizzare la vita con la natura.
Gli uccelli si stanno consultando per le loro migrazioni,
gli alberi stanno vivendo momenti di frenesia o vestono le tinte pallide che connotano il loro decadimento,
e iniziano a cospargere il suolo di foglie,
che le loro orme non possono disturbare il riposo della terra e dell'aria, mentre ci donano un profumo che è un anodino perfetto per il nostro spirito inquieto.
Autunno di Delizie !
La mia anima è la sua sposa,
e se fossi un uccello volerei intorno alla terra alla ricerca di un nuovo autunno".
[Lettera a Miss Eliot, 1 ottobre 1841] "
E che il vostro autunno sia sereno come non mai !
A presto 💕
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 73, 1609
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If Spring delights our hearts with the awakening of Nature that becomes apparent everywhere, the beginning of Autumn, when days are getting imperceptibly shorter, and become increasingly milder leaving behind the scorching heat of the Summer months, and the country takes amber tones, on the backs of the valleys, on the meadows surrounded by a sun that seems golden more and more, as it, little by little, moves away from the planet preparing us slowly to the colder weather and in the sunsets, coloring the sky of blue-green shades perled by the light emitted by the moon, it's for my temperament the most idyllic and charming period of the whole year.
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The fruits harvested during the Summer, particularly generous this year, have become precious preserves for the Winter, and now are all kept in the pantry, as dictated by the oldest traditions
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... Ancient gestures that are renewed every year as a ritual that has something of sacred, to preserve and to pass on ...
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The temperatures mitigated by the season invite us to enjoy the old wood stove that Tenuta Geremia retains for centuries ...
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so very precious not only to bake bread and delicious, fragrant 'focacce', but also, at the lower temperatures, to bake cakes that I love so much to prepare ... with the cessation of the heat Bea has started to lay her delicious eggs again ...
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which are an excellent ingredient for cakes of every kind !
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The scents of the last blooms of the year are becoming more intense and enjoyable, as if to greet the Summer with the intensity of their fragrances ...
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and also the animals living free in nature savor this moment of rest, between the intense period of reproduction and the long Winter hibernation, amongst the leaves that turn yellow and fall more and more numerous to the ground, soothed by the singing of birds that have made return from the woods to find backe their nests close to home ...
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And before taking my leave of you, and to do it with the utmost gratitude, I leave you with a quote from George Eliot - pseudonym of Mary Anne (Marian) Evans (1819-1880) - I holds in my heart
“Is not this a true autumn day?
Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise.
The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn!
My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."
The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn!
My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."
[Letter to Miss Eliot, Oct. 1st, 1841]
And may your Fall be as happy as never before !
See you soon 💕
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