Today there are 12 degrees. You can wander around with his jacket open, with no problems. It seems
March. The duvet seems a bit 'too, and in the morning (at 6)
the road is wet from the copious dew.
But there is a small little problem, I think, that could also
resolve, for heaven's sake, the fact is that no one notices. No one
speaks.
In the mountains there is snow. I'm sorry a lot for the operators, for
hoteliers, for all those who work there on the mountain tourism, but anyway ...
for us, deep-set here in the Veneto plain, well, who cares if they
! O Never mind at least is pronounced more or less all
unknowingly, because it seems that the mountain is distant, irrelevant, and
anyone (except the top brass in skiing) you seem to notice
(here again) that there 'is snow. But are
stracazzi straacidi.
because last year it was so cold pork, I remember that morning - 10 degrees
bike, and having to ride to go to work. There had been great
rainfall, but at least it was cold.
And I also remember that in mid-late June last year there was great apprehension
for cultivation in the Po valley, because the Po
was dry and no longer knew what to irrigate corn and rice. What
asked, in a loud voice? To open the infamous "Alpine catchments.
alpine basins in the summer but are in turn fed by the snow,
with hot melts.
Well, this year there will be no snow melts in summer, because there is no snow even
January 12.
What do we do?
Cross your fingers?
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