My Father’s Garden
An unforgettable day
I finally see my father’s garden. All his precision reflected in plants of tomatoes still green, zucchini ready to be fried with their flowers, pumpkin plants so huge that I immediately imagine a beautiful Cinderella’s carriege and lots of salad. The smell of earth is strong, around me many chestnut trees, Simba playing with my children and a kitten protects hers cubs in the woods. The table is ready under the shade of the trees.We collected mushrooms and salad …the brazier is ready to cook the meat and toast the bread.This delicious bread made with durum wheat flour by my cousin in his ancient bakery of the village. It is perfect for BRUSCHETTA made with spread garlic , salt and olive oil. ….the goodness of simplicity!
Eating under the shade of chestnut trees freshly picked salad from the garden , bruschetta and soft meat, together with my whole family, breathing mountain air … it is the sweetest memory of my Italian summer 2018.