Primavera days

There is just something about spring in Tuscany, it never fails to knock me off my feet every year.  Those lingering cool breezes and longer days.  If you ask me about my favorite sounds I would immediately reply the sing song of birds before dawn and that ever present flutter of poplar leaves.  If you ask me about my favorite smells…those brightly yellow broom ginestre, maggio in dialect, or the dangling fragrant blooms of the acacia.  If you ask me about my favorite view…I will most likely tell you the fields of vibrant poppies papaveri or those rock roses full of fuchsia goodness…of course, you already knew that didn’t you?  Primavera, a time for me to explore and to get lost…

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