“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.”
Ernest Hemingway in A Moveable Feast

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Ahhh, spring, possibly the most magical time of year. After the gray of winter in England, it feels so good to shake off that winter chill and watch the flowers bloom and the sun shine.

We stroll outside, hand in hand, faces always turned towards the sun.

Since we’re almost finished with this housesit (it ends today, and we’re meeting my friend Melissa in Rome!), I wanted to add some photos here so I can remember how fantastic it was to spend spring in Italy.

We met a few sweet, furry friends. (Lilly loves cats, y’all.)

We ate, and ate, and ate. I can’t count the number of caprese salads I’ve had.

Our house was in the perfect spot to visit Villa d’Este, Tivoli, Rome, and Lago Albano. (Pics below all from Rome.)

I continued my love affair with wisteria, one I’m afraid I’ll never recover from.

It’s funny how one month can transform your whole outlook. I was seriously down in the dumps over the winter, and I think this spring in Italy has brought me back to life.