Standing at my window in my study I can view our yard at eye level. What all can be seen there as the months pass! One foot away I have the most beautiful columbine that has shot up between the flagstones.
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Here in Italy the wheat fields are already turning from green to greenish, to blondish...interspersed with blood-red poppies here and there. Every spring a different type of flower catches my eye. My favorites this year are what I suppose to be thistles, light purple in color. I associate the name of that flower with one of the Crayola crayon colors...I have an unopened box of crayons I bought during one of my trips back home. Every so often I take them out... to smell them...And like Proust's Madeleines, they whisk me off to another place, a place were there are many good memories among the bad.
Standing at my window in my study I can view our yard at eye level. What all can be seen there as the months pass! One foot away I have the most beautiful columbine that has shot up between the flagstones.
2 comments:
Here in Italy the wheat fields are already turning from green to greenish, to blondish...interspersed with blood-red poppies here and there. Every spring a different type of flower catches my eye. My favorites this year are what I suppose to be thistles, light purple in color. I associate the name of that flower with one of the Crayola crayon colors...I have an unopened box of crayons I bought during one of my trips back home. Every so often I take them out... to smell them...And like Proust's Madeleines, they whisk me off to another place, a place were there are many good memories among the bad.
What a beautiful picture !!
Kind regards from The Netherlands.
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