How we recognise the start of summer in our house:

The fragrance of fresh herbs which flourish on the mountain pastures which begin behind the hotel and lead right up to the mountain peaks
By the sparkling eyes of our cellar master when the wine has been delivered.
In the friendly rays of sunshine that wake the mountains from their sleep.
From the heady steam above the hot springs. From the starched aprons of our waiters. From the look of concentration on the face of our piano tuner. And by the restless expectancy of our mountain guides and mountain bike experts.