Autumn Neighbourhood

 

Green, green, my world is green

Green is my world when rains begin to fall

Not my best friend and not my walking partner. This one's stares with disdain watching my every step and dismisses me as a harmless nobody. He's always on a wall somewhere, a rock or a high place, surveying his domain 

Green green grass of home

 

We live hidden amongst the olive trees 

Our house is front row and to the right 

 Summer is over but the Bay below had 6 yachts anchored off shore

Orfeas, our Neighbourhood watch dog

These old farmhouses have fallen deeper into ruin.  I see the difference since last October. Doors falling off, roof tiles disappearing. 

60 years ago they were  homes of families who eked out a living with their sheep, goats, olive and almond trees.  Families with children who got education, walking kilometres to school in all weather, and then moved away to a very different life in the city. 

They're all tiny

Looks like one room, maybe 2, outside loo

For families with 5 or 6 children 

2 stories

The animals underneath maybe with large vats of the year's olive oil,  clay storage  jars for the salted pork, wine barrels, firewood, bales of straw, bunches of dried oregano, bags of wheat

Son of Sasquatch woz here

And wearing shoes

Another old homestead. This one is being renovated