Springtime Travels to the First Day of Summer

Happy 1st Day of Summer,

my friends!

Honestly, it doesn't really feel like summer, yet, on the island, as it's been very windy and cooler than usual for this time of year, but I don't mind at all since, the older I get, the less tolerance I have for heat, (both the meteorological and the menopausal types!)

 

Blue skies, cool breezes and late spring temps, suit me just fine, especially when I'm out on my daily walks, and sometimes

I need to exert myself, pushing my body weight up those steep country roads to capture the pretties perched on those pointy peaks!

Many times, I am greeted by lovely folks who, having just witnessed my feverish climb to the floral finish line, suddenly sprint up from their seats to offer me a cool refreshment and something sweet - a hospitable gesture for taking such a keen interest in their village, and one greatly appreciated by the recipient of their generous reward!

 

Other times, I prefer scouting my surroundings during

siesta, since it's quiet and I'm basically the only one around,

the area absent of concerned grandmas gazing at me,

(as I risk my life trying to snap grapes from a rooftop), 

and thus, having distracted them from their crochet!

That's about the time I make my way downhill, to safer surfaces, much like the serene scene in the video above, where amid a meadow of Queen Anne's Lace, I lounged and lingered in loveliness, as I joined the dainty dwellers in their midday dance,  to the rhythm of the breezy, late spring beat.

Thank you all for your continued prayers, which are very

much appreciated. Hope you enjoyed my springtime

adventures on this first day of summer! What does the 

season look like and feel like in your neck of the woods?

Thanks for visiting!

xoxo

Poppy

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The Form and Fate of a Full-Grown Grape

 

Presently, on the island, it's grape season.

In the early morning light of August

 jewels of juice await their harvest.

They begin their journey on a vine

while many will find their way to wine.

 Some are dried under a blazing sun

 that wrinkles them into sweet raisins.

Others are boiled into a thick spread

that perfectly complements plain bread.

 Finally, if not fermented, cooked or baked,
there are grapes that possess a fresher fate,
geared to land right on one's  plate!  

What's your preference?

 xx

Poppy 

Siesta Showdown

The vineyard in front of our home

2pm. Siesta hour. The wrong time to be 

wandering the fields, warn the locals, as

 they flee the heavy heat of the midday sun.

 A green ghost town,

(save for a camera crazed Canadian
rambling around),

where the grape 

and the olive 

battle it out, in a showdown of fruit fire;
boughs shooting still bitter bullets,
vines ablaze with cannonballs of juice.

The Chapel of St. Irene, sits on the property next to ours.

 Needless to say,
both pray, to keep the rain at bay;

the grape, for fear of drowning its flavour away,

 while waterlogged olives 
cringe at the thought of decay!

 In the end,
better to be friends than foes,
 they thought, so they joined forces,
 and together, they faithfully 
fought the watery war against
decomposition and rot,
and only then, did they, too,
 surrender to siesta.

Thanks for visiting and
have a wonderful week!

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