There are so many different things in Italy. I remember one of the things that my mother and I talked about the most was the temperature. Being Canadian that could mean long talks. Like my mother, I have somewhat of a green thumb. And luckily for me this part of Italy was just the place for it. Twelve months out of the year, you can actually plant flowers, vegetables you name it. Twelve months of the year you can smell or taste something green. As I looked out my kitchen window this morning, I couldn’t help but catch my breath on our beautiful , bright yellow mimosa tree, all in her glory. Grey skies , but she was burning bright. Somedays I miss my own country, friends and family (especially with my oldest daughter studying in Canada) so much, but I have to admit I don’t really miss the snow and the shovelling. So when I look at that beautiful tree I am reminded of my daughter because that tree was always her favourite and I hope that all the brightness of that tree is shone on her and her sister.