A rainy weekend

For this past weekend, encouraged by the wonderful sunny days of the week, we decided to go hiking nearby in Valsassina, not too heavy nor long, considering that the puppy Mr. Bentley has a still limited fuel range, and we were expecting we would have to carry him on the backpack.
Anyway, at the end we didn't go, because it was raining cats and dogs all the time, making a little clear only sunday evening, and giving us a wonderful view that looked stolen from a documentary about tropical forests. Allright... the excursion will be postposed to the next weekend.
This is what one could see from our terrace yesterday evening.

Landscape from our terrace

What kind of view can be seen from your house?

A new boy on the terrace

Mr. Bentley

He was born February 11th, but he has this new family (or, to say it in his shoes, this new pack), only last saturday. He is a wirehaired dachshund and his name is Mr. Bentley.
He's still lost, poor thing, and night time he makes so much noise we are not able to close our eyes (hopefully the neighbors will bare him for a while). Incredible that a thing so little can produce that much noise!
Maddie, the other doggie of the pack, for now ignores him. Or, atleast she pretends to ignore him, because any time we try to pet Mr. Bentley, all of the sudden Maddie comes and steals all the cuddles.
We attached a little bell on his collar because he doesn't do other than follow any of our steps, and he risks to be smashed under our feet.
And what about you, do you have pets?

A guest on the terrace

salamander

This salamander was lying thoughtful on the terrace of the house yesterday morning, scanning the horizon.
This is one of the positive sides of living in half mountain, right next to the stream, happy when it's raining... one can see animals that cannot be seen in the town. Too bad that i had to move the salamander and put it safe from the fangs of our doggie Maddie: i didn't want it ending up like the lizards which Maddie happens to be wanting to play with.
Other regular guests are Freddy and Freeda, the finches, that have the habitude to challange the quadruped to eat the grains of cereals we put on the terrace for them.
Far from the houses instead one can find hedgehogs and squirrels, with often end up to be squashed under the cars.
I am still waiting, this year, the bees to come to pollinate the peaches, the cherry and the plum trees.... it's still too cold for them, i guess.

Wow... a nice bucolic digression, heartening in this tense electoral period.