The Carnival is Not Over

I thought there would be a lull in our bartering way of life with all of us in isolation but our rural way of living goes on.

We got a care package from elderly neighbour Vaso's son before he left to isolate in Athens with the inlaws.      Plastic water bottles full of their last years wine, a dozen of their fresh chook eggs and a big bucket of oranges. 

Since then we've had an endless variety of goods coming in over the garden gate, besides our grocery shopping brought by our girls.

A bag of fresh fish thanks to a fisherman in the family.  Only professional fishermen are allowed out now.  A deputy Mayor in Crete who went with friends on an, amateur, fishing  trip  got fined 5,000 euros.

 Yesterday a friend down the road brought us a large bowl of eggs, there must have been 20.  In the afternoon Vaso's daughter brought us another 20 eggs.  All these eggs would normally be kept to be dyed red for the easter table.  Some of them will be for sure but the rest we passed on to our daughters who come up with shopping and medecine.

We passed on a bag of fresh fish and another loaf of bread to one of the egg providers.

Another bag of citrus fruit was passed over the gate a few days ago.  Vaso's mandarines.  They are spot on, big, sweet and juicy.

A long piece of piping was retrieved from the recycling bin and that slid through as well.  Our old bbq, made from a hot water cylinder has, after 10 years or more, rusted underneath so there is a new one being built.  Gives K something to chew on during the day instead of chewing me out.

More eggs than you could shake a fist at arrived today.  Chooks everywhere are laying overtime.  Tomorrow is dye-red-egg day

But the most unexpected and wonderful gift was a pot of icecream.  This is a present from one of the girls but I have to keep it for after the Easter lamb on Sunday.  

Yah hoooooo