Today’s weather report teases this is the last gasp of high summer heat. And now we must wait patiently for the vendemmia, with high hopes amidst strange days.

Our lovely gazebo flew away last week in the midst of a crazy summer thunder storm, apparently we have one every seven years, or so they say. I only arrived 7 years ago, so how would I know?

I guess we could have nailed the gazebo down, but we didn’t; however, this was the second gazebo to fly away this summer. The first one lasted two summer seasons, it was much lighter, but this didn’t matter, they both flew away, just like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. I often mention Dorothy because I too experienced my own emotional cyclone, I even had a dog named Godot, which sounded quite like Dorothy’s little dog Toto. My own emotional cyclone inspired my European Odyssey, so many moons ago.

But back to the storm that took away our gazebo…

…my husband was away on this dramatic day, on Lake Garda, but when I shared the news over the phone, his response sounded culturally catholic, and right when he said, “God does not want us to have a gazebo,” and I just had to agree.

Soon, summer will end, along with the harvest. Cycles slightly bittersweet, because Piemonte winters can feel awfully long…

All the more reason to enjoy the last gasp of swimming season…

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