spring rites

NOW Jamsession, photo credit Illaria Costanzo

Spring is in: Orange ranunculus blooms. Asparagus bundles at the market. Morning sunshine and afternoon rain showers. Dance rehearsal with Sharon Estacio. Bike rides along the Arno. Mutant catfish jump from the river to catch spring sunlight. Almond milk gelato with Camille includes a short French lesson. 

Spring cleaning. Spring fever. Springy, spongey lemony chess pie with strawberry sauce. The hibernating pirate cat has come out of his den, prowling Via Marconi for a spring cuddle date. Catholic school children don their spring jackets and dodge nuns in the playground; I spy on them from our balcony when watering the mint and chives. 

Spring in your step. 

Printemps. Primavera, the first green. Never has there been a more suitable word for spring. 

I dance for the warmth, the first green. 

Spring rites have begun.