Maggio. The month in Italy when the rondine (swallows) sing and circle in the air,“announcing their place in the family of things.” Irises cover the Italian countryside, which is dotted with delicate red poppies. The wisteria hang wistfully on their vines. It’s breathtaking. The greening of spring, May flowers after a few months of showers, breathes life into us once again. La Dolce Vita is alive and well.
Beauty is in the small kindnesses that are unexpected, the poignant transitions and sweetness of life and leaving that bring us more into the present, grateful to have loved and lived.