Glide slowly on the boat along the river, dive into the gorge, run on your bike, stop at the village shop, there are the fresh fruits of the day, look for that meadow at high altitude with the blooming of daffodils.
And the herbs in the fields, can you recognize them? Yellow, green, orange, blue.
Spring does not like to announce itself, it explodes suddenly with its sounds and its colors and asks to enjoy every moment.
It’s time to get out, get warmed up by the sun, eat a sandwich on the green meadows and then immerse your feet in the icy water of the stream. To improvise an aperitif at sunset along the shore, to climb to the refuge under the starry sky, to shake off the winter and awaken the senses, to sink your hands in the earth for that course of beekeeping you have always dreamed.
It’s rebirth season, you can sprout too.