It is raining today.  We have the morning off.  All we have to do as the raindrops fall is hold a cup of coffee and hot milk, and look out across the fields of hay about to be turned.  Later this afternoon we will make our way to Montevarchi to intoxicate ourselves with the smashing of olives at the press, and then drive back down the mountain to taste chocolates filled with chianti and be enlightened to the magic of making puff pastry into tulips. 

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  1. Faye, you need to gather all this together and write a book. It is poignant, lucid, dreamy, transforming (suddenly, instead of being in front of my computer I am tasting fresh coffee under an Italian sky), important and funny. You are incredibly talented my dear.

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