On a bright Italian spring morning, the countryside was alive with colours, each flower and plant exuding a unique hue. The towering
petals stretched toward the sun, their vibrant yellow a bold contrast against their brown 'eye' and the green leaves below. Nearby, a cluster of
blossoms, softer and paler in tone, gave no scent but gave the air a delicate glow. Closer to the ground, a patch of
flowers was in full bloom, their deeper, earthy yellow hinting at the warmth of summer days, or the condiment used in summer cookouts.
On the wooden table, a jar of thick
sat beside a small bowl filled with
powder, its rich yellow-orange grains a reminder of exotic spices. Across from the jar, a cage held a single
, its voice raising the spirits of all around. In the meadow mooed a solitary cow, having already given her rich
to the farmer whose land we were on. Meanwhile, a busy
buzzed around the fragrant
blooms, lured by their inviting, cheerful colour despite their stigma as being a weed.
As the morning sun climbed higher, its rays seemed to transform everything they touched to
, casting a pleasant glow over the scene. The farmer wore a hat with a wide, woven brim, its
fabric dyed that light shade of yellow to match the season.
Beside the vegetable garden, a line of plants provided the
-haired farmer with an abundance of joy. In a row stood some shrubs, each bearing
fruits, sweet and ripe. Next to it, a
flower was in a pot and was often used for herbal ointments, teas, and tinctures. In the center stood an elegant
vase, as yellow as the hardened sap that coloured it.
What an idyllic scene under the warm Tuscan sun.
