Before this year of confinement, I wasn’t aware of how sensitive I am to the charm of nature.
I’m slowly realizing that I love the rhythm of the seasons, their palettes of colors, and their scents.
In summer, the fragrance of my lavender acts like a Proustian madeleine, transporting me back to memories of warmth and relaxation! It’s automatic—I’m mentally catapulted to southern latitudes…
That’s what I’ve tried to convey in this image: the promise of beautiful moments bathed in sunlight!
Happy holidays to all!
