TWILIGHT TONES

 You are lucky to be able to capture a twilight image in Italy, as it does not fall slowly, as in Britain. Here, one moment it is there but go and get your phone or camera and it is gone. Our Modican Nobel poet Salvatore Quasimodo's words Ed è subito sera - And suddenly it's evening are true - metaphorically too, of course, as anyone who is ageing (like me) will tell you. 

On Monday evening, however, I managed to reach for my phone in time and here is a view from my bedroom window but this time with the Ferragosto bunnies out of focus!

 

Thinking of this view, and its fast transition into darkness, I was reminded of some words from Colette:

Regarde! Regarde la couleur du ciel au couchant, qui annonce grand vent et tempête. Qu’importe le grand vent de demain, pourvu que nous admirions cette fournaise d’aujourd’hui ? Regarde, vite, le bouton de l’iris noir est en train de s’épanouir ! Si tu ne te dépêches pas, il ira plus vite que toi…

- Colette, Journal à rebours,"Sido et moi".

Look! Look at the colour of the sky at sunset, predicting strong wind and storms. What does tomorrow's strong wind matter, provided we can admire this furnace that we have today? Look, quickly, the bud of the black iris is blossoming! If you don't hurry, it will go faster than you...

Wherever you are, enjoy this lovely time of evening!

A VERY SPECIAL HOUSE

"The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough."

- Rabindranath Tagore

As an added attraction during Chocobarocco, the Comune of Modica set up a very special "house" in the atrium of the town hall - the casa delle farfalle or "butterfly house", which has actually been open for a month and closes tomorrow.  It has been a huge success.

Around 300 butterflies fly freely in an environment especially created for them and biologists are on hand to care for them. Visitors are greeted by calming music and the sound of running water as the beautiful, ephemeral creatures fly all around them, alighting on a lapel, shoulder or head as they please.

Congratulations to Modica on creating this magical oasis in the city centre and for giving so much pleasure to residents and visitors alike.

Look on the right!

I couldn't decide whether I liked the blue, green or the last pure yellow butterfly best.  How about you?

The experience reminded me of some lines written by Colette about her mother, Sido:

"Son grand mot: 'Regarde!' signifiait: 'Regarde la chenille velue, pareille à un petit ours doré!  Regarde la première pousse du haricot, le cotylédon qui lève sur sa tête un petit chapeau de terre sèche..... Regarde, vite, le bouton de l'iris noir est en train de s'épanouir! Si tu ne te dépêches pas, il ira plus vite que toi!"

"Her great word was 'Look!' meaning: 'Look at the hairy caterpillar - it's like a little golden bear!  Look at the first shoots of the bean, the seed leaf popping up with a little hat of dry earth on its head......  Quick - look! The bud of the black iris is opening.  If you don't hurry it will go faster than you!' "