The anemones on the Boboli Gardens' meadows

Nature always has the answer.

It is spring and in the Boboli Gardens flowers are growing spontaneously among the new grass, in front of a still and beautiful Florence.

The seasons mark our days. Spring always comes on time, even if it is still winter in our hearts.

The anemone (from the Greek ἄνεμος- ànemos = wind - vital breath - soul) is the flower of the wind.
With its fragile corolla contended by the winds, it is the perennial answer of life.

Once the "time of waiting" is over, in any garden perhaps we can hear the voice of a blade of grass and listen to it with renewed "souls".