It’s spring here, you can spot a splash of yellow here, a patch of blue or pink there and fields of green everywhere. Flowers, bushes with blooms, bees, dragonflies and the air, the sunny warm whiff of air that smells oh so exquisite that after winter, you know, nothing can quite top that smell. And then you may walk on the quiet small streets, with your head down, wrapped in your own deep thought when all of a sudden, there’s this smell – green with a hint of light yellow, daffodils, grass, soil. It’s as if you can sniff the juice flowing through plant stems, life pulsate in those leaves. Then it’s golden, brown and warm. Honey mixed with tree bark, warm asphalt and the romantic ambiance of the tiny stradas and voluptuous gardens with their rusty gates and white pebbles, miniature purple violets and lizards sunbathing on the warm edges of the fences, half-covered in evergreen ivy.
And I look at all of this with a somewhat different attitude, a more profound awareness and sense of appreciation. Maybe it’s because it’s, well Italy. And we all know or at least have heard that it’s corgeous. But beauty is everywhere, it’s in the eyes of the observer. I love what Grace Coddington has said about traveling or just going to places, moving around- “Always keep your eyes open. Keep watching. Because whatever you see can inspire you.”
The flora, the fauna, the architecture, the climate, the people, the smells – they are all new, all exiting and exotic. But when I see and smell the daffodils in the gardens and the blooming red tulips, I still remember my childhood home.
Things look different but it’s not a place-specific case. It’s just the fact that moving here has opened my eyes even more so to notice and appreciate things that I might have taken for granted before. Things look different everywhere, every day in every situation. It’s a “stop and smell the roses” moment but it’s more like a sequence of moments, I literally feel like sleeping or sitting idle makes me miss out on all the things I can experience, may it be visual, olfactive or gastronomic. It’s so rich, the world of emotions this cognitive roller coaster triggers! Or maybe it’s just spring, it is magnificent, really. May bees and birds and butterflies be with you!
/all photos by me, snapped and shot with an iPhone.