Spring in an old Italian town

I love this time when magnolias are blooming, mimosas are in fluffy yellow sweaters, and the ground under the olive groves is covered with a carpet of white daisies. The sun is so warm that you can go for a jog in a T-shirt and run along the mountains with snow-capped peaks, enjoying the spring and watching how roses are blooming in the gardens and cherry branches are covered with graceful floral rime.

The locals carefully look after the awakened grapes, and wave to me: "Buongiorno!"