While I was writing the title of this post, I’ve realized it could mean something dangerous. Ok, I’m not talking about drugs and cocaine…I’m just talking about a nice surprise I had during my my last bike ride. Along my usual itinerary there’s a nice and quiet area where you can stop, have a rest, enjoy the sun and visit one of the monuments sited in the Caffarella Park (that I’ve talked about in some post before): the grave of Annia Regilla, wife of Erode Attico. He lived in 140 P.C., well known as preceptor of some famous roman emperors like Marcus Aurelio or Lucio Vero (Actually, I guess Marcus Aurelio is much more notorious). The monument catches immediately your attention (even while biking!!) for its red colors that create a pleasant contrast with the blue sky and the green (absolutely stunning green of this days) grass.
So I stopped and started a slow visit around the place, reading the explanations on the board. But around the corner something got my curiosity: some stuff, looking soft and white on the ground, was giving me the impression of freshly fallen snow. Ok, I was a little tired after an hour of bike but not so much to get delusional. Of course, I went closer.
So I’ve arrived in front of a red building, an old mill, now restored and open to people as a little museum showing the life and the techniques in a mill of the past.
But my attention was still on this strange white stuff under my feet. The view was pretty surreal…
I got my iPad and had a quick search by Internet. Of course, it was much more obvious: the cotton-wool-looking stuff is a lot of seeds of the white poplars, spreading around by the wind. I had never seen something like that, all gathered in a a few points of the park. Very closed watched, it looked this way.
Smiling, I thought Nature is always capable of letting us astonished. I took my bike and came back home, thinking I’d never imagine to meet the snow on that amazing, shiny and warm spring day.