Spring here in Tuscany makes me giddy. It's like coming to a giant good old-fashioned sandwich shop when you're starving. You want everything at once.
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I sort of hear it cracking up in the trees. The bushes rustle with buds rubbing against each other. "Help me mate, I want to crack up".
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I have difficulty concentrating. I want to take my office outside but the strong, amazing sun makes it impossible. I just can't see the computer screen. So there will be many breaks instead.
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I am amazed that it happens again and again. What is called spring. It's a tough job for nature to wake everything up from a gray gray sad sleep this sticky pandemic winter.
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I'm still alone in our little town but this week Gordon, the Australian I've never met, is coming. And the Italian homeowners celebrate Easter here. But for most, it is still too early to visit Italy. For me, who has been here several times during the autumn and winter, spring feels like a fantastic dessert after a fabulous 5-course meal.
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Between factory contacts and orders and bills and texts to be written, I wander uphill and downhill. Trains my knee and is happy that the pain is less and the hope of not having to replace the knee rises with each successful hill training.
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Today I roll down the slopes towards Florence. I'm going to finish a really fun project that you'll be invited to soon. There's a lot of mischief going on in my Reunion.
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Yes, I know, the lawn needs its first mowing. But I have asked Marco to help me when I go back to Österlen on Thursday. Right now I just want to walk barefoot among the daisies. It gives strength and joy that beats most.
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So spring ♥️ m.