Prosecco and Spring time

I read today the one should drink Prosecco only in springtime.

Has there never been a more beautiful word — springtime.

Say it slowly and see what it evokes. See how it springs off your tongue like bubbles. My goodness I can not get enough of it…. imagine it all — furry little goslings, tender green shoots, sweet smelling hyathcin, bare armed walks, warm dusk light, budding romance.

There is so much wonderous hope in spring —

yet winter is my soulmate.

Winter it’s underlying passion lets me know I am alive. Nothing thrills me like a first snowfall. God is sending me kisses from heaven with every flake. And the cold? Can anything be more invigorating and expecting? I am one of those…..

that like anticipation of what is to come.

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