This morning I awoke to birdsong. there was hardly a breath of air, just sweet birdsong, so still, very still and harmonious. Late yesterday the tractors finished harvesting the sunflowers in the large field in the bottom of the Chiascio valley in front of Bellaugello. It has taken them the best part of four long days, the field is several tens of hectares. With the wnd blowing up from the south they emit a distant rumble as they plod back and forth across the field.
The farmers must be delighted there has not been a drop of rain to spoil their harvest.
I read with interest that friends in Roma are to harvest their olives today. Ours here are looking good, but a bit small. I do not know if a bit of rain will help swell the fruit, it would certainly not go amiss for the garden and the water supply.
This year August was unusually dry, and there is noticably less water in the water sources. Luckily here at Bellaugello the spring is still flowing. Can it perhaps rain at night?