Here’s the poetic host that I was
referring to in my last post. How strong these little plants are to break
through the cold, hard soil yet they look so delicate!
Even our succulents, now freed up
from winter coverings, are in bloom all with delicate shades of cream and
yellow. Here you can see our lovely Leondaris enjoying the warmth of the
sunshine!
The primrose is probably the most
delicate in form and hue. Sadly ours, replanted from their indigenous semi-Alpen
area of the Pelion mountains, have no fragrance. These lilies have a heady, pungent scent
and contrast strongly with the giant cactus leaves.
One of my favourite scenes is
captured here: viewing a clear, azure sky through a rich mist of almond
blossom. Our prunus is always the first to bloom, producing particularly thick
blossom this year.
Last Sunday was spent working for over four
hours in the garden: weeding, clipping and freeing up the prunus from the
periwinkle. It has a beautiful mauve flower, but is fairly relentless in taking
over its patch! Since it was my birthday I had fully intended to have a lazy
day but the forecast was for a 9-day run of rain and I wanted to be able to view
from indoors the neat verges during the deluge.
And anyway,
we are confined to quarters as are most of you. If we venture out beyond the
‘croft’ without a completed form with information about our identity,
destination, time and reason for travel, etc. we face a 150 euro fine. I’ve
been confined for all of 2 weeks!
Z insists on doing
the shopping alone (economic strategy?) and we eke out supplies to avoid him
going out too often - we are lucky to have lots of storage space so we’ve got
it down to about a twice-a-month sortie.
I do appreciate that he takes on that responsibility.
And that day, on
finishing my marathon gardening session, I was met with this scene.
He’d
prepared a tasty meze lunch, with the obligatory glass or two of ouzo - bless!
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