a little bit of earth

I laid awake for hours last night planning the garden at via Broccaindosso. It isn't my apartment, but they've given me free reign to play in the dirt. No one else is as excited about the work and they find it amusing that I am. Last fall I raked up all the fallen leaves and gathered the assorted trash and old furniture lying around, uncovered the ancient rosemary that was still straggling along on its own, composted the rotting pomegranates... It's ready for some spring planting.

At the end of the garden is a shed full of antique beams and a wood-burning stove constructed from enormous slabs of stone. I don't think the stove has functioned for a century, but it's really tempting to try. Water buckets and fire extinguishers at hand of course. The weather has been relentlessly grey and damp so the idea of a fire is heavenly. What to do with such a shed! I've imagined raising doves or other fowl, brewing beer or distilling spirits, growing mushrooms, building a wood-fired sauna. Of course, in reality it will remain storage. But it's a great daydream.

A proposito dreams, I awoke everyone this morning screaming, "LISTEN!". weird.