Ring in Spring

As a teenager, I lived in an old farmhouse overlooking a vineyard in the Tuscan countryside. It was truly horrific. The summer heat reduced us to melting lumps of flesh. When autumn came, we worked like medieval peasants, using scythes to clear the fields. During winter, chopping wood to light the stove fires consumed our daylight hours. Then spring arrived and we would wander down to the end of the vineyard where an old apple tree blossomed and while away the hours under the warm sun. These rings are inspired by the faded memories of perfect springs past.