Novella and Assisi Springtime
It’s all backwards here in March this year: the month came IN like a lamb and is moving out like a lion. March is gusting into April with cold and windy weather.
And at Novella’s market stall in Assisi, she might be dressed snugly in a felt jacket as she sells the last of the cold-weather vegetables – cultivated together with her husband – but her cheery yellow daffodils and red and white tulips backdrop them on the stone wall. An augury of springtime?
I resisted the huge crispy heads of cabbages, cauliflower as well as the bunches of Swiss chard bound by Novella’s husband with willow branches (why waste money on rubber bands?). Their spinach tempted today:
And each time – as today – impossible to get away with just one’s purchase. This morning, Novella stuffed salads into the bag on top of the spinach and then armfuls of turnip greens.
A hug and a kiss followed before I left. Not the final arrivederci, though: as I was backing up, Novella came dashing over to my car with two bunches of daffodils wrapped in newspaper.
Read about the outdoor produce stands and customs related to pregnant women
Read about Novella – and her husband, Bruno
Read about Novella and wild asparagus