Sure signs of spring-

A bask of turtles

Magnolia flowers about to pop

A flap of washing

Seriously ernest avarian tweetery going on in the woods

A melancholy, poignant violinist with his singing dog (didn’t realise he woofed when the tempo increased until too late)

Purchasing a bag of dried chilli’s (affectionately known as ‘teargas’ in our house) from a store with more in common with a Hogwarts Apothecary than Tesco Express.

Mud on the bikes again

Plus a corpulent man that reminded me of Statler The Muppets minding his own business in a field stark naked from the man boobs down. No pic.

Life in our corner of Tuscany? Bliss as usual.