My little almond tree

This year the almond tree bloom is late. It still doesn’t fail to give joy to those who watch. I’m glad to have it in my little patch of garden. Lombardy is on its umpteenth lock-down: you can’t get out of your home town. Spring is borderless, and I like having this term of comparison to know how to deal with the various chaotic decrees. I see that life, time, spring does not wait for publication in the Official Gazette. Clothes and mask belong to an artificial life, made of conveniences and compromises. I don’t ask myself so many questions having nature by my side because I know from the beginning where the reason lies.