Since this week’s theme was inspired by Tuscany, I figured I’d show some images under the Tuscan sun. We saw this gorgeous view of San Gimignano from the patio of the Fattoria Poggio Alloro, after eating the best meal of our entire trip.
By the medieval walls of San Gimignano, we saw this guy taking advantage of the Tuscan sun.
Lastly, we enjoyed the Saturday open air market in Piazza dei Priori in Volterra, another Tuscan hill city with a long history.
Ahhh winters in Ohio. We live at the very bottom of the Lake Erie snow belt, so while it could be worse, we get a lot of snow. And when it’s not snowing, it’s cold. Every winter I dream of being a Florida snowbird in my retirement someday.
But as much as I hate driving in the snow, I am fascinated by its beauty. Flakes gently floating in the air. White fluff piling up on black branches.
My toddler loves to go outside and leave his tracks in the fresh-fallen snow. It’s also fun to see who else has been in our yard! Here a squirrel friend was sitting; we also frequently see deer prints.
Of course, who would want to live somewhere where it’s always winter and never Christmas? I love the whole Christmas season; it brings light to the darkness.
Autumn is Ohio’s best season: the colors, the weather, the events! Even a car ride is a joy, but I really love visiting state parks at this time. Here are some views from Mohican State Park near the northeast part of the state.
I love identifying leaves in the fall (the tree in the featured image is a sassafras, which have some of the most beautiful colors). Here are some posts to get you started with some basic leaf IDs:
When we moved into our current house, I was thrilled to discover that there were a multitude of bulbs planted in the front garden. Every spring I wait eagerly for the crocuses to pop up and signal the change of season.
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s
when the world is puddle-wonderful
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
–“in Just-” by e. e. cummings
I have given up growing tulips because it is too much work to keep the deer away, but one year I had great fun tracking their growth. Nothing brings hope so much as new buds and leaves in the spring.