Podere Santa Margherita, Tavernelle Val di Pesa

“Sweet my words in the evening
you are like the burning rain
tepid and fugitive,
spring’s tearful farewell,
on the mulberries and on the elms and on the vines
and on the pines with new rosy fingers
who play with the lost aura,
and on the wheat that is not yet blond
and it’s not green
and on the hay that already suffered the sickle
and transcolor,
and on the olive trees, on the olive brothers
that make the slopes pale with sanctity
and smiling”
Gabriele D’Annunzio

In this spring that doesn’t take off, we walk slowly on the Santa Margherita farm.

The warm sun in the sky, the clouds that embrace the nearby hills and the bright green of the grass observe my dreamy gait.

In this which was one of the residences of the Habsburg-Lorraine you can feel the peace that reigned during summer stays in Tuscany.

Behind us are the stables, the rhythm of the entrance arches recalls the pawing of intrepid stallions ready to leave for the hunt or a trip to nearby Florence.

Upon returning from trips we stopped in front of the main entrance where the servants rushed to welcome the cheerful and noisy companies returning from their outings, and while rich hot or cold dishes arrived from the tireless kitchens to satiate their appetites, on the upper floors the rooms welcomed the tired limbs.

The pigeon house remains a reminder of the ancient habit of cooking succulent birds, but I prefer to think of a solitary descendant dedicated to romantic correspondence through this obsolete means.

During the walk around the farm I discover its ancient history, made up of nobility, tales and legends, it is said that more than one descendant of the noble house has stayed within these walls and like us has admired from the first floor windows the slow rhythm of the alternation of Florentine hills.

Now it’s your turn to write a new chapter, bring laughter, sounds and scents back to life within these walls.

Remodel the three floors of this noble building to once again host people who have come from all over.
Revive the stables of new projects.

Cultivate new or ancient species in the over 3 and a half hectares of ancient vineyard.

The Santa Margherita farm is dozing waiting to return to its former glory.