Florence: the Villa

In his chapter on Fiesole, Edward Hutton discoursed on the villa, that very important feature of the Italian countryside. 

That love of country life, no longer characteristic of the Florentines, which we are too apt to consider almost wholly English, was long ago certainly one of the most delightful traits of the Tuscan character; for Siena was not behind Florence in her delight in the life of the villa. It is perhaps in the Commentaries of Pius II that a love of country byways, the lanes and valleys about his home, through which, gouty and old, he would have himself carried in a litter, is expressed for the first time with a true understanding and appreciation of things which for us have come to mean a good half of life…. Yet the Florentine burgess of the fifteenth century, the very man whose simple and hard common sense got him wealth, or at least a fine competence, and, as he has told us, a good housewife, and made him one of the toughest traders in Europe, would become almost a poet in his country house. Old Agnolfo Pandolfini, talking to his sons, and teaching them his somewhat narrow and yet wholesome and delightful wisdom, continually reminds himself of those villas near Florence, some like palaces… some like castles… “in the purest air, in a laughing country of lovely views, where there are no fogs nor bitter winds, but always fresh water and everything pure and healthy.”…

If this should seem a mere pleasaunce of delight, the wishes of a poet,  the garden of a dream… then listen to Alberti—or old Agnolfo Pandolfini, is it?--In his Trattato del Governo della Famiglia, one of the most delightful books of the fifteenth century. He certainly was no poet, yet with what enthusiasm and happiness he speaks of his villa, how comely and useful it is, so that while everything else brings labour, danger, suspicion, harm, fear, and repentance, the villa will bring none of these, but a pure happiness, a real consolation. …  ”La Villa, the country, one soon finds, is always gracious, faithful, and true; if you govern it with diligence and love, it will never be satisfied with what it does for you… In the spring the villa gives you continual delight; green leaves, flowers, odours, songs and in every way makes you happy and jocund; all smiles on you and promises a fine harvest, filling you with good hope, delight, and pleasure. Yes indeed, how courteous is the villa! She gives you now one fruit, now another, never leaving you without some of her own joy. For in autumn she pays you for all your trouble, fruit out of all proportion to your merit, recompense and thanks; and how willing and with abundance—twelve for one; for a little sweat, many barrels of wine, and for what is old in the house, the villa will give you new, seasoned, clear, and good. She fills the house the winter long with grapes, both fresh and dry, with plums, walnuts, pears, apples, almonds, filberts, guggiole, pomegranates, and other wholesome fruits, and apples fragrant and beautiful. Nor in winter will she forget to be liberal; she sends you wood, oil, vine branches, laurels, junipers to keep out snow and wind, and then she comforts you with the sun, offering you the hare and the roe, and the field to follow them. …” Nor are the joys of summer less, for you read Greek and Latin in the shadow of the courtyard where the fountains splash, while your girls are learning songs and your boys are busy with the contadini, in the vineyards or beside the stream. It is a spirit of pure delight, we find in that old townsman, in country life, simple and quiet, after the noise and sharpness of the market-place.

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Edward Hutton: Florence and Northern Tuscany with Genoa, second edition, London, 1908. Pp. 355-6.