matilda36

Spring is here. Well. It was here a month ago, but only now I got the cold that comes from having too many clothes or too few and from keeping the windows open too late not to miss even the tinies ray of sun.

This morning I got up, got some coffee going and saw a crow out of the window watching me. I like to think that

crowgirl13 decided to come and visit me from Vermont, maybe to bring me some Ben & Jerry. In case she decide to come and visit again, I left some food out...

This morning I went to Mercatone (some sort of Italian Wallmart)and I saw another sign of impending spring: people fighting over the last geranium plants.

Now, i don't know how many of you know this, but I am a passionate gardener. I do read gardening books, watch gardening programs, go to gardening shows, but above all i do enjoy working on my balcony, in the warm spring and summer days. Or even in winter. As soon as there is a ray of sun, I am out there, feeding myself on the smell of soil and plants. My passion are medicinal and cooking herbs, filling the air and my kitchen with their smell and flavour. Other than that I do have some hardy perennials (Hellebore, lilly of the valley) who enjoy a north facing environment that give my garden some colour, together with gerberas, chrysanthemum and this year two beautiful, carefully chosen traditional red geranium, picked up as a memory of my mother who loved them.

Most of my plants are carefully and snobbishly picked up at garden centers or flower shows. I found the plants you get at supermarkets having less resistance. Must be the combination of intensive, loveless growing and handling, the unnatural lights and the irregular watering.

*Stops and Smiles*

Just realised that I wanted to talk about people frantic behaviour, and ended up talking about the oasis of peace that smiles at me from my window, coming in with the last rays of sun.

I guess that nature just made my point.