It's one of those clear cold days.
And I'm in a vegetable garden.
It belongs to my Nonno and Nonna, and they grow vegetables because that's what you do when you have space in your garden. Supermarket? Why would we buy vegetables at the supermarket?
Nonna is getting together a box of vegetables for me to take home.
Today's box is full of winter vegetables. I know these are winter vegetables because they are growing in winter (booyah!). Cabbage, broccoli, cauliflower, lettuce...
Now I am in the shed.
It also belongs to my Nonno and Nonna, and this is where they hang the salami in winter. That's what you do when you have an empty shed, and the need for a year's supply of homemade salami.
Now I am standing by the barbecue.
I'm going to stand here for a while because it's nice and warm.
And it smells really, really good.
I'm going to go inside and have some of that winter salami and some of those winter vegetables for lunch now.
- - - - - - - - - - - - -
(Sorry about the bizarre narration. I'm in a strange mood after finishing a major essay on public policy failures and government implementation plans. I thought I'd post about the 'normal' winter things I experience because I'm pretty sure not everyone has grandparents who feed you fresh homemade salami and cabbage for lunch. Grandparents are the best.)
