{"id":1589,"date":"2012-02-27T09:46:43","date_gmt":"2012-02-27T09:46:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/?p=1589"},"modified":"2012-03-02T09:08:46","modified_gmt":"2012-03-02T09:08:46","slug":"la-mia-battaglia-col-giardino","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/la-mia-battaglia-col-giardino\/","title":{"rendered":"La mia battaglia col giardino"},"content":{"rendered":"

O.K. so it\u2019s only the end of February, and perhaps we\u2019re being a bit over optimistic, but it\u2019s 18 degrees Celsius today, and after il ventaccio gelido, la neve e il ghiaccio<\/strong> (the horrible freezing wind, the snow, and the ice) that has imprisoned Serena, myself (Geoff) and  five crazy cats within our little house for days on end, it\u2019s time to sgranchire le gambe<\/strong> (stretch our legs), fare dell’esercizio<\/strong> (do some exercise), e respirare un po\u2019 d\u2019aria fresca<\/strong> (and breath a bit of fresh air). Well what better way to do that than with one of my favourite hobbies: il giardinaggio<\/strong> (gardening).<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve always found gardening a very creative and therapeutic pastime. In fact when we lived in the city and had really stressful jobs it was my giardino e orto<\/strong> (garden and vegetable plot) which kept me reasonably sane, whilst at the same time supplying us with lovely fresh produce throughout most of the year. Living here in Lunigiana, immersi nel verde della natura<\/strong> (immersed in the green of nature) has undoubtedly had an impact on my attitude to gardening. Firstly, the rhythm of life here is completely different, things play out a misura d\u2019uomo<\/strong> (in a more natural and gentle way), and although there is occasional stress I no longer depend upon my garden to keep me sane. Secondly, fresh, reasonably priced local produce is very easy to come by, although of course there’s nothing quite like filling a basket with pomodori<\/strong> or melanzane<\/strong> hand picked from your own orto<\/strong>.  <\/p>\n

I\u2019ve certainly had plenty of time during these wintery weeks to contemplate il piccolo giardino davanti a casa nostra<\/strong> (the little garden in front of our house), and I\u2019m ready for action! Directly outside the French doors of our kitchen is una<\/strong> terrazza in piagne<\/strong> (a flagstone terrace) and, surrounding that on two sides, a sunny piece of land. About four years ago, knowing that this little south facing area would be subject to some quite extreme temperatures, I began to experiment with a few piante tipiche mediterranee<\/strong> (typical Mediterranean plants): Rosmarino<\/strong> (Rosemary), Salvia<\/strong> (Sage), Timo<\/strong> (Thyme), Santolina Marittima<\/strong> (Silver Ragwort), Cineraria<\/strong> (Lavender Cotton), Elicriso<\/strong> (Helichrysum, or Curry Plant), Oleandro<\/strong> (Oleander), and so on. These plants are all able to resist the hard winters that we can experience up here at 500 meters in the foothills of the Appenino Tosco-Emiliano<\/strong> mountains , but also the scorching solleone<\/strong> (lion sun) and siccit\u00e0<\/strong> (drought) of July and August.<\/p>\n

The garden was developing well, until it became apparent that \u2018signor<\/strong> Romarino<\/strong> e<\/strong> signora<\/strong> Salvia\u2019 <\/strong>(Mr Rosemary and Mrs Sage) had visions of grandeur, and were planning a coup. Those two little plants, which I had rescued from the almost certain oblivion of my mother in laws balcony, began their new lives as the first tenacious occupants of my new garden. Then suddenly one morning four years later, I look out of the window to find myself confronted with a pair of mostruose piantacce minacciose<\/strong> (nasty monstrous menacing plants). It\u2019s funny how things creep up on you like that! <\/p>\n

Now don\u2019t get me wrong, I\u2019m not the typical English gardener who fusses around with aiuole<\/strong> (flower beds \u2013 allegedly the hardest word for an non Italian to pronounce correctly, although I always seem to have more trouble with aerei<\/strong> \u2013 aeroplanes) and gnome endowed prati inglesi<\/strong> (lawns). I like my gardens (and wives) to have something selvaggio<\/strong> (wild) about them, as the tension between order and chaos has always been very appealing to me. But those pesky Mediterranean herbs were moving things too far towards the latter for my liking. So l\u00ec per l\u00ec<\/strong> (there and then)  I decided on una radicale campagna di potatura e trapianto<\/strong> (a radical campaign of pruning and transplanting)<\/p>\n

Read more about la mia battaglia col giardino<\/strong> in my next blog.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

O.K. so it\u2019s only the end of February, and perhaps we\u2019re being a bit over optimistic, but it\u2019s 18 degrees Celsius today, and after il ventaccio gelido, la neve e il ghiaccio (the horrible freezing wind, the snow, and the ice) that has imprisoned Serena, myself (Geoff) and  five crazy cats within our little house…<\/p>\n

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