Lately, I have been out walking in town, trying to spot special patterns in anything I see.
Florence is an especially beautiful city, and every day I see something beautiful: a statue, a building, a fresco, a garden ….
On clear days with bright blue sky, the many beautiful buildings and trees are mirrored into the river.
The other week, I fell over a labyrinth carved out in the wild grass growing by the river.
Nice crosses: X X X
I could knit that!
