When I think of spring I cannot avoid to think of walking along the field, near the river, where the old mills are. I concentrate always on the wild flowers and as everything seems in harmony. In this cookie I’ve assembled images of what I have regarded in my spring walks throughout the years at the different places in which I have lived. Therefore it is a question of an imaginary landscape of something that stayed in my retina and in my memory it has been mixed. I hope that you like.