Around the village, there are a number of terraces, silent witnesses to long ages of labor and still used as vegetable gardens. One of them was cultivated by the parish priest when the town had one in residence, sixty years ago.
Still partially maintained by a valiant villager who is 94 years old, it deserved to be cleared and allowed once again to produce the fruit it is capable of.
After clearing and plowing this past winter, we now have the joy of harvesting the fruit of our efforts: lettuce, radishes, peas. . . Before long, Swiss chard, tomatoes and potatoes. And a little later: eggplant, white onions, squash and carrots. Deo gratias! !