With the sweet scent of Flowers in Bloom comes the sweet sense of possibilities and new beginnings. You feel renewed as you see from a dark and ever so cold winter the start of new life with the sun and the beautiful colours beaming, that can only bring a smile to your face. Especially after a fucking horrible, cold, lonely, dramatic, wearing 8 layers, wet socks, and gloomy
alarms. It was that kind of Canadian winter for poor Stephanie. Having to hear 4 months of everyone in Canada bitch and bitch and bitch about the weather as I sat in my palm tree +6 island, I felt it was my duty to bring Stephanie shortly after arriving back in Sicily to the 'Infiorata' in Noto. Because there is no better way to celebrate spring then murals made of flowers in the most beautiful Baroque town.
because fuck it's fabulous, exciting and true!