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July 21, 2009
There are more flowers around town than I noticed on streets in Italy, people care for their gardens and it shows, every piece of soil is erupting with colours and leafs. Our little back garden goes madder by the day, like a spilled palette, the only place where colour is still not showing is on the tomatoes, to Andrew's frustration. We update one another daily on the proceedings of the rosebush and the maturity of the radishes. I resign to slug pellets around the lettuce, much too good to share, and it still makes it to the kitchen strangely perforated.