When we arrived at our villa near Montepulciano in Tuscany last June, my son and I had a walk around.
The slope leads down toward Torrita di Siena and the main highway, but fortunately, you can’t hear it.
The villa is on an agriturismo property, which means it’s a working farm (or in this case, vineyard) that gets government grants to develop tourist accommodations. They make olive oil here too.
I love the ordered lines of vineyards, blurred and disarranged by their natural quality.
I think sheds need love too.
Thistle-like plans in the tall grass just beyond the fence
Wild daisies, also beyond the fence line
My goofy son, channeling FDR