EARLY MORNING SMOKE DRIFTING HORIZONTALLY ACROSS THE VALLEY
I have only a few modest pictures to offer this week. My back has been playing silly buggers and I have avoided sitting at my desk for any longer than necessary.
We were up early last Saturday to get the dogs weed and watered before Slavic's
arrival at 8. He and I spent the morning pruning, trimming and cleaning up, a great deal of which needed to be done.
We were distressed to learn of the death from cancer of a favourite lady, the
mother of Manuel the restaurateur. Barbara prepared a pot of plants for the
family in her memory.
We were among the hundreds of people who attended her funeral, catching up on acquaintances as they waited outside the church for the coffin to emerge.
Then all followed the cortege on foot, as is customary, to the cemetery a mile away. It's a lovely way, I think, to say a last goodbye.
AEONIUMS & ALOES IN FLOWER
Back home, the garden is awash with winter greenery that overflows the steps and colonises the paths. Only the succulents are in flower - but what flowers!
On the far side of the hill, where we walk twice a day, the wild boar are engaging
in a frenzy of nocturnal rooting, turning over great patches of earth and obliterating our paths.
MID-WALK TREATS
So we just have to navigate by the sun. Not that the dogs need any paths; they know the hills like the back of their paws.
BOBBY & RUSS AT EASE
Once walked and fed, they settle down. There's no better spot to catch up on your tan than the south patio divan.
Or the woodpile - if you can find the right spot.
Mini believes in up close and personal. She's a people dog.
One evening, Annchen and Lennart joined us for snacks and conversation.
Surprising what thirsty work it can be!
Here's a 270* extended dawn horizon - as I continue to experiment with photo
stitching. This one's got the legs although I need to do something about the height.
GOOD NIGHT
As I said, just a few pictures this week.
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