ghiacciolo

Cristian invited us along for a walk up to his land in the hills to see the ghiaccioli Saturday morning. It was a magical hike through a veritable winter wonderland. (I know, I know, terrible cliché . . just couldn't help it.)

A View of Our Village

Along the way he identified birds and plants, pointed out a stream that would be full of crawfish in the spring, explained who from our little village tended what section of land, and even showed us where the porcupine usually hides, though he wasn't there.  He welcomed us to return alone at any time, with permission to ignore the "Private Property" signs.  I'd say that's a nice neighbor, a very nice neighbor indeed.