Time stops when you’re in Tuscany. I have proof.
Three weeks ago, Walter and I left Pennsylvania to host our tour program at Villa Pipistrelli on the Montestigliano estate. The temperature was chilly. Not a bud or bloom were to be seen.
I returned yesterday to an unchanged landscape.
Time does stop when you’re in Tuscany!
Okay, so I’m exaggerating a bit. I do see a few brave daffodils and maple buds shivering outside my window.
But for Eastertide, I prefer to pretend I’m still in Tuscany among all the lovely spring blooms.