Easter cleaning

Here we are. These are the last times we will give the cows hay. A few more days and if everything fits together, the pastures will be green and succulent again ...Of course it will only happen if it starts to rain a bit. Indeed it should rain at least a week ...

Don't be angry with me. We'll all be at home on Easter Monday! (Or to the Canary ... but let's stop here)

If it rains, the countryside will blossom, it will shake off the dust that the wind has blown up, and dried on the scrub and on the newly awakened trees ...

In Maremma, already it is sown. Plum trees, peach trees, apple trees, cherry trees ... are a riot of flowers.

Here only now begin to bloom thorns, the elder mention the tender green leaves. This year there is a great winter flowering of violets. In indecisive patches, Etruscan violets and daisies also appeared ...

The swallows arrived, and I thought I saw the hoopoe under the forsythia, here, just in bloom. The group of starlings, which noisy gathered on the big poplar below at sunset, has… disappeared for days. Who knows why ...

Perhaps the red kites, circling above, are tired of seeing them around ... I don't think antagonism has been created between them; they usually eat different things ...

Who knows, I should ask my ornithologist friend for information before saying my usual nonsense.

I have already given the epithet of "cannibals" to ladybugs ...

With this I close. I begin to open the windows, ventilate and clean the house, because the "Easter cleaning" is a must, even if no one will come to see me for many months.