The first salad of the season— a whisper of renewal on the tongue. Tender leaves, new-born and green, crisp with secrets of earth awoken.

Cucumber slices cool as spring rain, tomatoes blushing with sunrise hues, a drizzle of olive oil weaving through, like a stream winding in sunlight.

Each bite holds a promise, a fragile hymn to fleeting freshness, a reminder that seasons turn, and with them, we grow anew.

So here’s to your first salad, to the bloom of brighter days ahead, to the joy of savouring life’s simplest, sweetest gifts.