I was in Italy last weekend, visiting my parents in Ravenna, to be precise. On Saturday we decided to go see our rented country house, hoping the tenants weren’t there. We were lucky, and didn’t meet them.
It was a typical Spring day, with heavy grey clouds hanging close to the trees but frequent slashes of sunshine lighting up the dozens of flowers that dotted the countryside. Photos were difficult to take (personally, I suck at taking photos when there are clouds overhead) but they’re still worth the post.
My favourite moment was when we drove by a private garden that was so full of daisies we had to stop. The smell of wet flowers was overwhelming. I loved it. A humungous well was the garden’s centrepiece and two brown hens foraged in the floral snow – incredibly bucolic.