17«Anima nemoris, the soul of the forest!» Botticelli is coming closer, holding a small bouquet of white anemones in his hand, followed by Simonetta and Luca.
Luca places a tray with some glasses and a jug of spiced wine onto a little table, making room between tiny jars, boxes and brushes. He bows and returns to the kitchen upstairs.
«So many wonderful flowers bloom in our forests and fields in the spring!» Simonetta buries her nose in the bouquet she is holding tightly to her breast; she had made it with periwinkle and primrose from the plants picked by Ginevra, who observes:
«The primroses suit you. They are the first flowers to announce spring, fresh and tender like youth». She sighs, and then adds thoughtfully, «You can make a powerful herbal tea against headaches from them».
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