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.