life in a small town 1: flowers and rustic tarts

When I look out from my bedroom window in Rome I am greeted in a confronting sort of way by the flowers of my neighbors. Perfectly lovely as they are; thick abundant tubs of geraniums – in bold pinks and peachy tones – great rich heads of flowers cascading from balconies and window sills, they are the cause of my own floral inferiority complex. I ponder … Continue reading life in a small town 1: flowers and rustic tarts