What more could one want?

Tuscany had an unusually tough winter.

No rain to speak of. Little snow . . . but very cold.

Olive trees suffered terribly. The caldaia (water heater) went out.

Two radiators froze and broke.

Water was everywhere inside—mopping to be done.

Then, mid-March, spring arrived, but without rain.

Wells were nearly dry.

Il Sindaco (the mayor) of Florence warned of possible water rationing. If required, the rationing was to be one hour, morning and evening only. He said it would take a solid month of rain for the water supply to be replenished.

So, he encouraged everyone to pray for rain.

It worked!

Beautiful rain water has soaked Tuscany for 3 weeks straight and counting.

Mostly, we’ve stayed inside reading and writing—dreaming and singing.

Dinner last night was by the fire. We enjoyed some roast chicken, accompanied by a salad.

It was delightful.

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As we ate, we heard the pitter-patter of rain splashing on the stones just outside the door.

We imagined that we could hear the well filling, gurgling with cool spring water.

We wondered: What more could one want?

You may also enjoy visiting our other websites:

The Journey – The Ride of a Lifetime

The UP Side Lowdown by Cheryl

Uncommon Promise Story, Music and Art

New Music – Virtual CD

Uncommon Promise Video Channel

In Touch In Tuscany

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About cheryl & emerson

The Ride of a Lifetime! After sixteen years of trying to live in Italy as "true Italians," we set out to write a book about our experiences. As it turns out, we ended up doing a lot more than just writing a book because we decided that to capture the essence, we really needed music, poetry, drawings, videos and more. So, that's exactly what we did. You can find our complete body of work at www.uncommonpromise.wordpress.com. We hope you can visit us from time to time—let us know what your personal adventure looks like. Perhaps we can all glean some inspiration to go out and write a new chapter in our own stories! Wishing you the best, Cheryl and Emerson
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