Right outside my office window is a pergola that is covered in light pink wisteria. I would describe the smell as being ‘cloying sweet’. The bees certainly love it.
Elsewhere on parts of the property, Costantino has not yet gotten around to mowing so there is a sort of romantic wildness about it.
White flowers bulbs of some sort that have naturalized. Before the chickens got in and started scratching around they were much prettier.
The little white flowers are what I call ‘Tuscan daisies’. They have an altitude range, above a certain level they don’t grow. We did not have them at the other place where we lived.
It really does look like something that you would see in a movie.