Today is the last day in September and we had the first cold night. Summer is over, the winds are picking up and the October fairy is getting ready to paint all the leaves in beautiful reds and golds, so that we don’t forget why it’s called the “Golden October.”
Today is the first day of autumn and like every year I think back about my childhood. The first day off fall was always a special Holiday in the region where I lived, when I was a child. It was the day when the cows came back to our farm, after they had spent the summer high up in the mountains.
Getting a tattoo is on my bucket list since years. I am always playing around with the idea and I admire beautiful tattoos on other people. Still I haven’t done it. I have a weird relationship with needles. I sew with them and use them in my workshop all the time, but don’t you dare poking me.
We were laughing the other day, when my husband called me a “plant rescuer”. We were sitting outside with friends when he made that statement. I had to laugh, I knew what he meant.
I grew up with the words “if you are ever lost or in trouble, try to find a policeman” and it made sense to me. We had two policemen in our small village, one was an Italian Carabinieri, the other one an Austrian Gendarm. Both didn’t have too much to do, nothing dramatic ever happened, at least nothing that I can recall.