Meanwhile, Up on The Top Terrace

The air is thick with the sounds of stuff growing in the shadow of the medieval fortress wall.

Brussel Sprouts and Sweet Corn:

Watermelon (on the left, being grown for Lorenzo next door) and Jap (aka Kent) Pumpkins, the seeds for which I imported from Australia on the basis that Italian pumpkins just don't seem to grasp the notion that they should be able to be roasted till they caramelise without turning to mushy pulp:


And there's already movement in the Watermelon camp:


Lorenzo has seen it.

And approved.