Interesting.

I usually hate spring. I detest bugs, and spring means bugs. My strongest pangs of longing are associated with snow, and falling leaves.

Until now.

This spring, I am having some serious flashbacks to France. I mean, when your first thought upon seeing a new pretty spring day outside is "today would be a perfect day to walk and take photographs in the vineyard fields," how could you not?

My FSA photo. On the way to St. Andre-de-Sagonis
The crucifixion, fields outside of Lagamas

Lived right around this area.