Spring greetings, dear friends!
As promised, images celebrating the delights of our spring garden. Though, to be honest, these were photographed last April – the garden is blooming even earlier this year but as I’d never shared these photos, I thought you’d enjoy seeing them. The ranunculus, parrot tulip and akebia vine are from the farm of my dear friend Erin and the rest were cut from right outside.
Spring is incredibly precious, isn’t it, with its symbolism of growth and rebirth? Life has been challenging and bittersweet here of late so the sunshine, flowers and birdsong bring welcome joyful moments. And I’m awfully pleased that spring danced in early for soon I will be traveling again and I hate missing even a single bloom. Adventures await and before long I’ll be taking you to new locations as well as familiar favorites, all graced with spring beauty.
Until then, many more spring images to come. My hope is that you are experiencing such wonderful explosions of nature where you are or savoring the last sweet days of summer down under.
with love and gratitude that you are in my life,
The apartment we rented in Venice this last trip occupied the top floor of the Palazzo Mocenigo Vecchio, one of a complex of historic palaces on the Grand Canal once owned by the powerful Mocenigo family. During his time in Venice, in 1818, the poet Lord Byron lived in this complex, just next door to our apartment, and, as I gazed and dreamed out the windows, I imagined him seeing the same sights – the ever-changing light and patterns of the water, the parade of life on the canals and the mesmerizing beauty of this impossible city.
But don’t be too impressed by our peripheral contact with Byron. As romantic as it is to daydream about sharing a location with such an illustrious character, it’s difficult not to have such encounters in Venice. Famous name dropping can be a full time activity there as at any moment you are walking in the footsteps of great musicians, painters, poets and writers who have been inspired and maybe maddened trying to capture her elusive magic. Just one of the addictive aspects of La Serenissima, a city that has gotten so under my skin that the only antidote is to start dreaming about the next visit. :)
And at home, our property is bright with narcissus and abundant spring-time beauties pushing up from the earth that I’ll be sharing next.
I do thank you for joining me in Venice. I thought of you so much while there.
Just a small selection of the astonishing variety of costumes and masks being worn by one and all during Carnevale (doggies included). They were photographed over several days, mostly at dawn with soft light reflecting off the water and filling Piazza San Marco. Bleaker weather has now arrived, with rain and wind whipping the decorated tents and creating a less festive atmosphere so we are very happy that we rose before sunrise for these images. Ciao!