Tuscany Gold 15x15

Take me to the hills of Tuscany, where on a summer's evening the sound of the cicadas gives way to the rhythmic cadence of the crickets, and the mellow rays of the fading sun turn the honeyed hills to gold. Take me to the place where the earth's fertile loam yields nurture and sustenance from generation to generation, where, the vine and the pomegranate waft their fragrance in the valleys and the breeze through fields of amber sunflowers lulls me to sleep under the waking stars.