Da “Days spent on a Doge’s farm” di Margaret Symonds
It is natural that the strong English instincts of the new Contessa should have made her shudder at the general sunbaked and unsoftened aspect of this huge farm-house, or villa, which was to be her home. Yet she saw that there was a beauty in the scene, , quite apart from the bareness and breadth of sky, namely, a glorious fertile soil. There were lilies in the ditches, water-flags and rushes, but so few flowers in the fields, and she needed, as English women do, and shade-above all things, shade-then the roses would grow and the birds would come. Also, a beautiful house must hold beautiful things. Gradually a new and growing world of green and coloured things arose round the bare walls..