2 more months

And just like that, 2 more months have passed. In the world of Italian bureaucracy (and I'm sure I'll find out the same when it's actual Italian house-building) months pass like days and seem to have the same meaning. I think the foreign vocabulary of time increments go from minuti, ore, mese, anni. Giorni, and even settimane, weren't extended membership into this exclusive time club.

Summer is in full bloom. The spring went by as the wettest and coldest in over 60 years, and then after one proper week of pleasant spring-like weather, summer came knocking down the door with some of the highest temperatures on record for June.

Maybe it's the heat that is slowing everything down. It definitely slows us down each day, when for those afternoon hours it feels as all that you can do is lie down with a fan, drink the 12th large glass of water for the day, and wait it out. Trying not to think that this trend of heatwaves coming earlier and stronger, is becoming somewhat of an annual pattern.

The wheat has grown, passed that lovely light green stage where the breezes make it seem like an infinite rippled pool of matcha, and quickly dried and changed to the brittle amber stalks. And we pass by on most weeks to remind ourselves that it's real.