First, I hope all our mothers had a happy day yesterday! And to anyone who ever had a mother... well, Happy Day to you too. Why should mother's hog the spotlight, because, after all, what would a childless mother be?
We had a week of firsts. First rites of the spring season, first flowers, first adventures in Umbria. Italy is literally bursting with flowers right now and it's a marvelous time to be here.
Our back balcony is full of first flowers and we said our first good-byes. If you live in an area where people have vacation houses, you learn to say good-bye a lot. In this case, we all chose to not say good-bye, but to savor the sunset and then have some pasta, and pretend there were no good-byes at all. The first bike ride of the season, happened to coincide with 'pioppo' or poplar season. Pioppo spew white, fluffy, puff balls in the spring. There is so much pioppo fluff in the air, it's like a blizzard. It makes people sneeze, your eyes run, and as we were cautioned, when the rain comes, it makes the roads seem like they have been oiled. It also makes the forests incrediby spooky and evocative.
In our garden, we had our first irises and the first little grapelets made their appearance.
It was warm and sunny enough for us to have our first lunch on the roof. And this isn't the first poppy of the season because the hills and roadsides have been covered in crimson flowers for the past two weeks. But, this poppy if for all the mother's out there, because we deserve it.