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.