the local farmers

amazing colours

wine bottle, empty though,but see the heart in the shadow!

farmhouse where i am staying

wynloot wat in die boom groei,sal hieroor chat

Marina and her parents in the kitchen

The farmers wife,Angela and mother whom we bought eggs and wine from

in the woods...

this morning we walked to the farmer next door to buy some eggs and a botle of wine...it was quite uphill and it took us almost an hour and 20 minutes...on our way we went past a cementary..Marina explained about the little lamps at each grave" they go on at night.as a symbol of life"..the way that the cementary was taken care of also impressed me, neat grass, cut short and lots of  flowers also a doll placed at one of the graves...I think there is a deeper meaning to what meets the eye
We walked past a "farmers wife" ,she was looking after some sheep, but talking over her cellphone...how bizarre....

 

At the neighbours house we where greeted by Angelina, she was a hard working woman, I could feel it when she greeted me with a handshake.."vol eelte"..Marina bought the eggs from her and then she took us to meet the grandmother of 78 who was busy gathering leaves....after some conversation between her and Marina, she took us to the barn where the wine was stored....out from beween many a stuff and mousetraps and other things came the bottle....we shall have some tonight.....next I will chat about the winemaking..greetings from Assisi..

the studio

the little light that goes on at night