The begonias are pert and sassy strutting their beauty along my balcony railing.
The hot peppers are flourishing as well growing long, full and spicy. Yet they hide.
How many can you find?
I'm eating olives every day from my province of Abruzzo. I never knew olives could taste so fresh. They still carry stories of their tree life and they feed them to me.
The doors are always open now. The colors of new couch cushions' flowers make me smile. Six different coleus plants sit on every available surface with changing colors
to surprise me and keep me alert.
I sleep on summer bright sheets that even brighten my dreams
while the pillow from Antigua makes them hotter.
The days are fine enough to melt mountain snow that tries to hold on. A message?
What's happening in your little corner of the world?