The Beautiful Little Things

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There are some photos that bring you back to little memories you had forgotten and this photo

is one of those. While my parents were visiting Orvieto with me, we saw a Wisteria 

growing beautifully on the side of someone's house so we went over to smell the flowers. 

As we were sneaking a smell, the lady who had grown the wisteria was gardening in her

tiny yard and saw we loved her work of art so she proceeded to cut a small branch for 

both my mom and I. We were so struck by her kindness that we thanked her a thousand

times over and continued to smell the sweet smelling flower for the rest of our walk.

I think the kind woman understood the notion of sharing beautiful little things. What good

are they if we hoard them for ourselves? Pretty things are meant to be enjoyed and shared,

at least I believe so. 

It's funny how memories come to you right when you need them. I didn't know I 

needed a little reminder of the simpler, Italy days until now.

I miss Italy every single day.