Lately, when the April skies turn leaden and the wind winds itself up into a bitter, brutal bite up here on the hill, my mind wanders to warmer climes.
"To those who appreciate wisteria and sunshine" begins the advert in Elizabeth Von Arnims' "Enchanted April."
"She stared. Such beauty; and she there to see it. Such beauty; and she alive to feel it. Her face was bathed in light. Lovely scents came up to the window and caressed her. A tiny breeze gently lifted her hair. Far out in the bay a cluster of almost motionless fishing boats hovered like a flock of white birds on the tranquil sea. How beautiful, how beautiful. Not to have died before this . . . to have been allowed to see, breathe, feel this. . . . She stared, her lips parted. Happy? Poor, ordinary, everyday word. But what could one say, how could one describe it? It was as though she could hardly stay inside herself, it was as though she were too small to hold so much of joy, it was as though she were washed through with light. And how astonishing to feel this sheer bliss, for here she was, not doing and not going to do a single unselfish thing, not going to do a thing she didn't want to do."
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Taken from The Enchanted April by Elizabeth Von Arnim
"All down the stone steps on either side were periwinkles in full flower, and she could now see what it was that had caught at her the night before and brushed, wet and scented, across her face. It was wistaria. Wistaria and sunshine . . . she remembered the advertisement. Here indeed were both in profusion. The wistaria was tumbling over itself in its excess of life, its prodigality of flowering; and where the pergola ended the sun blazed on scarlet geraniums, bushes of them, and nasturtiums in great heaps, and marigolds so brilliant that they seemed to be burning, and red and pink snapdragons, all outdoing each other in bright, fierce colour. The ground behind these flaming things dropped away in terraces to the sea, each terrace a little orchard, where among the olives grew vines on trellises, and fig-trees, and peach-trees, and cherry-trees. The cherry-trees and peach-trees were in blossom—lovely showers of white and deep rose-colour among the trembling delicacy of the olives; the fig-leaves were just big enough to smell of figs, the vine-buds were only beginning to show. And beneath these trees were groups of blue and purple irises, and bushes of lavender, and grey, sharp cactuses, and the grass was thick with dandelions and daisies, and right down at the bottom was the sea. Colour seemed flung down anyhow, anywhere; every sort of colour, piled up in heaps, pouring along in rivers—the periwinkles looked exactly as if they were being poured down each side of the steps—and flowers that grow only in borders in England, proud flowers keeping themselves to themselves over there, such as the great blue irises and the lavender, were being jostled by small, shining common things like dandelions and daisies and the white bells of the wild onion, and only seemed the better and the more exuberant for it."
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Taken from The Enchanted April by Elizabeth Von Arnim
It may not be San Salvatore, nor indeed Italy, but there is no denying Villa Boa Vista has a similar life affirming effect on me! I love to wake here, the morning after the journey...open the shutters and gaze out over the roof tops to the wedge of sea glittering in the distance. Pad across the tiled floors into the kitchen and open up the doors to the pool and terrace. Admire the bourgainvillea dripping over the pergola while I wait for the coffee to percolate. Thrust my feet into any shoe and wander up the steps and onto the thin dusty soil where the almonds grow. Dare myself to de-robe and plop into the pool before sleep has taken it's leave..."aaaaaaaaaarrrrghhhhhh!"
Then there is the fish...freshly caught and simply pan fried...is there any finer meal? I long to be sandy of foot, crunchy with salt, fist clenched around beach treasure...pausing to take another picture.
Jane Cumberbatch of Pure Style fame shares my love for this spot, for more reading and lovely images have a look here
...spoiler alert! I/She said YES!
Reading this back to myself it occurs to me this is a love letter...
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