We have taken to wandering through the hills every afternoon. The property which Iza owns is vast and little trails head out from our bungalow in several directions. One can walk for quite a long while, wending up hill and down, discovering hidden corners, fox dens, vistas toward the sea, and never meet a soul.
The earth is stony which I find remarkable. I don't think I've ever seen such stony earth. It is as if the ground is continuously bringing up more rocks to its surface..
Although it is the middle of January, it feels a bit like early spring here. This seems to be the country where winter forgets to appear. The fields we walk through are full of wild flowers. Even in France, the first to arrive are the yellow ones, Other colored flowers are budded up in their own profusion as are many of the trees. I suppose a rainbow of colors will slowly sweep over the hillsides.
Under foot are clovers. It's such a pleasant ground covering, easy to walk through.
The hillside around Iza's place is mostly populated by olive trees. Perhaps an enormous orchard was once tended through out these hill. Now much of the orchard has been left to go wild.
There are many wild herbs that carpet the hills as well. Sage, oregano and rosemary which at this season is dormant, but even so, creates a delicious scent in the air as you brush past it. I feel like I'm in Jean de Florette and Manon de la Source as I walk these stony paths. But there are no goats to herd here.
We do get some rain, from time to time, and while the temperature never drops too low, the clouds do roll in and the hillsides are washed clean, bringing even more flowers. The landscape is scrappy, rough, but verdant.
Our neighbor in Montmirail sent us this photo yesterday. Here is our house, all closed up for winter.
On the other hand, here is a photo I took today, a view of our place in Portugal as seen through the fig orchard:
They forgot to have winter over here!
Thank you to all of you who took the time to write about the ending of the daily blog project. I did not intend to give the impression that I would not visit here often again. I really enjoy sharing our adventures with family and friends, known and unknown. I only mean to say that my posts won't be daily and won't so predicable.
Today began blue and bright but the clouds did roll in. Meanwhile we took a lovely walk and had lunch with our friends Iza and Celeste at one of our favorite fresh fish restaurants in Tavira.
My little art space in the loft above the kitchen. Cozy, light and comfortable
Sunset at Barroqueira, reflections in the swimming pool.
The Gilao river at dusk, Tavira.
Afternoon light in the living room.
Eva and Julius waiting on the drive in the early morning light.
Our living space. We are renting a portion of Iza's hacienda, which has been in the family for three generations.
Happy Birthday Rick!
The bay of Tavira, with the barrier islands in the distance. Beyond is the Atlantic. Behind my vantage point is the old port where one can catch a ferry to the Ilha to walk along the open coast.
Lunch with Iza in Tavira,