It’s evening again, the tired summer evenings when I wish to spend a bit more time in my garden. But hubby invites me to a romantic movie. Staring at me with half-closed eyes, like Homer Simpson did to Marge, he bids on the aftermath of the romantic movie. If it whirls my head enough then I may get in the mood. Typical men. I tell him that we can always get in the mood if no stress around to tinker us away. Having sex is not necessary having intercourse, like men believe. Sometimes a glance suffices. A touch and a caress and a kiss, holding hands and walking in the rain is enough for me. All it takes is for us to be together, to breathe our romance. Don seems to understand this, in his non exclusive ways. But now back to my romantic movies.
Whenever I watch a romantic film, with the action taking place in France or in Italy, I love to admire the ripe and green vineyards, the calm people roaming the rows. Vines are an attraction for many, no wonder I’m charmed by them.
During my childhood, I dreamed about the benefits of having my own garden with my own vine. However, I had to remain satisfied with my lectures, longing at the thought of a late summer afternoon, sprawling on the green and soft grass under the shadow of my walnut tree. Everything seemed to me so unreal, so fantastic, so blessed. You can understand why the vineyards theme is most present in many romantic movies, because it projects your girlie dreams on the screen. “It sticks you, ladies, to that screen, it sells the movie, that is!” — as hubby would rant from the distance of an insensitive observer.
It’s no happenstance that the apex scenes where love and romance come together are consumed in a vineyard, or under a balcony, or even better, under a balcony edging a vineyard with some wine branches crawling beneath so that Romeo may climb his athletic body on them to kiss his Juliet. These poetic images are maybe too pictorial, like exaggerated studio settings. So they seemed to me in this evening movie. But wait, why not believing that such colorful and beautiful landscapes are for real? Why not, since the scenes were filmed in Tuscany. People cultivate vineyards there and the nature is most generous with this region in Northern Italy. The vineyard is a noble sign of wealth. You can’t own a vine and be poor, not materially nor spiritually,
The first time when I saw a real vineyard, not in movies, was when I entered the house of my in-laws to-be. Noble layers with wine-grapes like Muscat-Ottonel, Muscat-Hamburg, Cardinal… These are the few wine grapes brands I can recall from past times. Maybe then I did not know to appreciate them at their real value, negligent and superficial youth years.
I remember it was in a Sunday afternoon, a sunny summer day, and my future mother-in-law gently began to initiate me in the secret but simple works that we, the women, had to perform on the vines. We had to spruce up the lighter sprouts to make room and air and sun for the grape bunches to feed and ripe and grow. She taught me about ill leafs that I must remove, about the spring time digging around the roots, after the late autumn covering of the roots, about when you have to sprinkle it well with copper sulphate and how often.
That warm Sunday I stood and listened like a sheep. Not realizing that the coming year, already married with the son of my in-laws, I forgot about cultivating the vines, had no time to spend on it, because we got busy and took our common business away from the classic splendor of the vineyard. I still return to those memories when watching romantic movies, as I mentioned maybe too many times.
Yes, back to my movie, where was I? Vanessa Redgrave and Franco Nero in “Letters to Juliet.” A love story with two of my preferred actors. The evening film turned me on to my romantic memories, to the thrills of ageless love, and to the vineyards of Tuscany.
Check this wiki link, it turns out that Vanessa Redgrave and Franco Nero are long time lovers in their real lives, almost like in “Letters to Juliet.”