第3章如花的托斯卡纳FloweryTusy（2）
Thedaisiesareouttoo，iheytoored-mouthed。ThefirstandhaasMar，thedwihtlittlethitons，together。Thatmeanssummerisnearlyhere。
Ihereareoddyellowtulips，slender，spikyaheyareverylouttheirdulledyellowinslimspikes。Buttheytoosoonlean，expahemselves，andaregonelikeanillusion。
Aulipsaregohereisamoment’spause，beforesummer。Summeristhemove。
IowardstheendofApril，whentheflowersseemtohesitate，theleavesmakeuptheirmindstoeout。Forsometime，attheveryendshsoffigtrees，spurtsreenhavebeenburleguesofgreenfirevividoipsofthedelabrum。sofgree，aaketheshapeofhands，feelingfortheairofsummer。Andtinygreehem，likeglaofagoat。
Noensonthehillareallremarkablewiththetramembranesofblood-veiheyaregold-brown，butumhinwingsbatswhenlikebirds-callthembirds-theywheelincloudsagaiingsun，andthesunglhthestretchedmembraheirwings，asthroughthiaihisistheredsapofsummer，ofautumn。
&reeissomethimoresturdy。ril，theisstillwhite，butassingaway：itislatethisyear，andtheleavesaregthidsoftlytheirdarkblood-filledglow。Itisqueeraboutfruittreesinthisdistrict。Thepearandthepeachwereouttogether。Butreeisalovelythiessofnewandglossygreen，vividwithatenderfullnessofapple-greenleaves，gleamingamohergreenofthelahehalf-highwheat，emerald，andthegreyolive，half-ihebrowhedarkcypress，theblackoftheevergreenoftheheavygreenpuffsofthestoheflimsygreenofsmallpeadalmourdyyounggree。Somanygreens，allinflakesailtedtablesandroundshouldersandplumesandshagglesanduprisenbushes，ofgreeimesblindinglybrilliantatevehelandscapelooksasifitwereonfirefromihgreennessandwithgold。
Ihescrub-oakisonlyjustinguhepiheirholdoheyarewintrythiChristmas，theirheavygreencloudsarerichlybeautiful。Whenthecypressesrisetheirtallandnakedbodiesreen，andtheosiersarevividred-e，oillblueair，andthelahen，inmid-wihelahemostbeautifulincwithcolour。
Notthatthisweekisflowerless。Buttheflowersarealittlelohihere：theearlypurpleorchid，ruddyandverymuchalive，youeacrossoally，thelegroupsofbee-orchids，withtheirraggeddiffereheirappearaherearethehugebud-spikesofthestout，thickflpinkebudslikefatearsofleaalreadyoddgrai-earareopen，andoutsthedelikragoffloweret。Alsothereareverylovelyand-cloutedorchidswithbrownspotsontheloelip。Thesegrowipladhaveexotiderspikes，veryrare-seeming。Anotherorchidisalittle，prettyyellowone。
ByMay，thenightingalewillsinganunbrokenso，barelyaudibleTuscuckoowillbealittlemoreaudible。Thenthelovelypale-lilaciriseswilleoutinalltheirshabuender，proud，spikybloom，tilltheairwillgleamwithmauve，aallinesswillbeeverywhere。
Therewillbetuftsofiriseseveryproudaherladiolusismihedthelove-iopensblue：inMayaheiscut。ButasyetisherMayheendofApril，thepausebetweenspringahenightingalesingihebean-flinthebeahebean-perfumepassingwithsprilebirdshattheheolivespruhevioflateploughimuchworktohand，now，notuntilthepeasarereadytopiothertwoweeksorso。
Sothege，theendlessandrapidthesunnytries，thegeseemsmorevivid，aethaniries。Iries，thereisagreyordarkpermanency，overwhosesurfacepassesgeephemeral，leavingnorealmark。
Butinthesunnytries，geistherealityandpermaifidaprisohehephenomenalworldisessentiallytragical，becauseitistemporalaoexist。Itsveryexistenceimpliesgtoexist，andthisistherootofthefeelingedy。
Buttothesoutherhesunissodominantthatshadow，ordark，isoive：merelytheresultofsomethiweehesun。
Inthehumahingthatisalwaysthereistheshiningsun，anddarkshadowisaervention。
Formypart，ifthesunalwaysshines，andalwayswillshieofmillionsofcloudsofwords。Inthesuhissunny。Andthereishesunshine。
ThatisidgeoftheTusgisutterlyfree，forme，ofaragedy。Thesunalwaysshiisourfaultifwedon’tthinkso。