The fog season is upon us; most mornings there is a blanket of fog nestling in the crooks and crannies of the valley below us. Sometimes it will seem as if there is a lake below us, and we are on this hilltop island; sometimes we will be in the fog and the valley will be basking in the sun. Friday night, when the moon was full, there was the most perfect Halloween fog, ghostly wisps of mist accompanied us home, and our footsteps were the only sound in the dead quiet night.
The trees are giving us their final hoorah, the red leaves are fading brown, but the yellows are practically fluorescent they are so vivid.
Town is getting that pre-festa hum; our Festa del Bosco starts on Thursday. This is our fall festival of the woods where local food producers come to sell their wares and the streets will be filled with the perfume of roasting chestnuts, cheeses, truffles, new wine, salumi and other treats. It’s a bittersweet festival because it means the end of the season, and the long winter days will begin to creep up on us. But, in the meantime, I say, lets eat chestnuts and drink the new wine and be happy.
Or, if it’s too early on a Sunday morning for that….enjoy your morning cup of coffee.