I love plants. Almost all. From weeds to orchids, from oaks to poplars. And if I had to tell what I love more...well probably I love succulent the most.
Their shapes, colors, even their thorns.
The flowers of cactus are often more then "only" flowers, they are more like a metaphor.
I can even read a kind of ransom in their blooming, year after year. I can imagine the flower as a shout in the desert. If you keep yor ear close to it you can, sometimes, feel the whisper.

I read this post on French Essence.
I'd like to show where olive trees I wrote about grow.
Here You are the small village where the family of my friend live. As You can see is a kind of Castle (a Rocca) just up to a hill surrounded by olive trees, wood and fields.
It is located in Umbria at the heart of Italy.
The climate is right for olive trees, not too cold in winter and not too hot in summer (sometimes in August it was so cold we had to light up the fireplace) and for humans too! I must confess I'd like to live there...maybe one day.
So far I only act as a tourist and as a farm worker too!

Yesterday was the first day of springtime...but it was quite cold. I had a walk downtown...only few hours before coming back home, turning on the radiators e finish my book (after eating too mutch of my chocolate cake).
Bologna is an old town, it was already village in the VIIIth century BC, here was born the first European University, in the middle age it was one of he most important, and biggest, town in Europe.
Yesterday in a courtyard of an old palace I saw some remains of one of the first wall made by christal chalk (as you can see in the picture). It was build just out of one of the romain street that surrounded the village.

Well...spring is coming...but today doesn't really looks like!
Daffodils are flowering right now, I took this picture two years ago...

My very small kitchen, full of southern light, with double row of cabinet (cieling 3 meters high).

Dining room, yesterday, waiting for parents...