The tat tat tat of toy machine gun drifts up from the otherwise empty street.
It is warm, comfortable.
When we got home from the holiday the tomato plants were stressed from thirst and had curled their leaves from prevent water loss.
After visiting such radically different climates – the dry heat of Istria and the wet cold of Firuli – and after overhearing my sister swap farming anecdotes of a too wet, too cold spring-summer with our host in the agriturismo, I contemplate how local climate is is and the importance of grounding theories of weather knowledge in specific sites.