A Little Spring Between the Storms
It is a beautiful sunny winter's day here on Symi. Small fishing boats putter across a tranquil sea, wide wakes rumpling reflections of high drifting clouds. After last week's bitter storms and the saturating rains of Friday and Saturday, Symi's inhabitants are out of doors, pegging out wet washing and airing their houses. Shutters are lashed back and windows flung open to catch the fresh dry breeze.
The first almond trees are starting to blossom, south facing ones first, in an eruption of sugar pinks and white. Delicately pale cyclamens are nodding in the corners of the terraces and vivid purple anemones open gladly to the winter sun. The scent of orange blossom is sweet on the crisp air. The rosemary flowers are full of drowsy bees.
While no one can pretend that Symi does not have a winter, the good days when they occur are well worth treasuring, each a little spring between the storms.
Have a good week.
Regards,
Adriana
You get more poetic every day, Adriana. I haven't seen any bees here yet, drowsy or otherwise.