The usual metaphors for spring are that it <bursts out / upon us / forth etc.>. At La Faula spring is like a great wave that crashes upon us and leaves us gasping for breath. It is as if one is in a dream where there is something important to be done in a short time but, somehow, it just never gets done and the time counts down .... (I think that this might be a peculiarly lawyer’s dream!).
Everything is happening at once now at La Faula. The Agriturismo has opened and guests are coming and going. When the guests are coming one feels a sense of satisfaction and that all is right with the world. In empty periods one feels the hole and worries that the business might not be going as well as it could. Having being closed over the winter, in the Agriturismo there are always the last minute adjustments, improvements and things to be put right. At this point of writing these have been done. Connected to the Agriturismo is the vegetable garden which must be prepared and the seedlings planted. On a much bigger scale the vineyard, so peacefully dormant in winter, bursts into activity. The grass shoots up threatening to choke the vines. Convolvulus, brambles and dog-roses cut back in the autumn make a break for it on the terraces and banks. And the vines themselves throw-out shoots from every part reverting to the wild climber that by nature they are. While these shoots are soft and green they must mostly be removed leaving only those few that will be needed to train the plant in the next year.