Angela Pitts Calendar

Non ho idea di come si chiami questo fiore.

For
branched root has a bulb, I tried to transplant the wall above the piazzalino of Peter, who knows ...


I discovered along the way, descending from San Miniato, after visiting the cemetery.
The blinding light of noon on the first Sunday in March, was taken down on a lawn of a field along the road from the hills down to the villagers.


Some poplars he covered his sight, but the purplish pink petals of these flowers wild, piercing through the branches still bare.
Patches of brightly colored pale green grass.


I stopped, and in addition to photos, I picked a small bunch, which still smelled like tonight, in a vase on the kitchen table.