Early one morning in August

A couple of early departures meant I was awake early enough this morning to catch the sun breaking through the light mist still lingering on the hillsides here in Valdichiascio.

It is an utterly still morning, blue skies, already the warmth of the sun, and down below in the valley the tinkling sound the bell of a truffle hunter’s dog, the distant rattle of an old tractor, and in the surrounding trees the dawn chorus..  real countryside.. joy…