Out But Not About

I had a short stroll down our deserted road this morning.  I usually turn left out the gate, up the hill, round the corner and up to the rubbish bins.  Turning right takes me to the end of the cul-de-sac and past the olive groves.  There are no permanent residents down this road but usually there are a couple of neighbours who come daily to their farms feeding chickens, tilling a piece of garden or inspecting their olives and grape vines.

Only the wind in the pines today

A lone poppy amongst the rocks

Spring is somewhere in the air but the

 weather is turning to cold and wet again, and windy

Nets to catch the olives just dumped and forgotten after November's harvest.  This piece of land is abandoned except for the olive harvest

My nasturtiums are climbing over the wall onto

 our neighbour's driveway, overgrown

Just before Easter they usually arrive and strim the drive.  Not this year

One of our own lemon trees

and the garden swing, waiting for fine weather to be scrubbed and moved onto the terrace

And another lone poppy, growing beside Vaso's fire pit where she dragged and burnt the olive trimmings after the harvest

April 1st today, no more fires till October