In harried moments, it's certainly easy to lose sight of the small things. Today, with the fall of a light, cleansing rain, we slowed down. The drops stopped, and I took my trusty SLR to find what I maybe hadn't noticed.
Like these rose hip pods from last year, in a stray vase
or the chives starting to bud and flower, ready for the herb frittate for next week's guests
The most over-photographed view in Piemonte, the one from my hill, with the storm moving out
The fig leaves shouting out their arrival in florescent yellow against the lush green backdrop