I lay in bed this morning with the cocks having crowed and with the birds tweeting away, but with my family all snoring happily, thinking of how I would tell you about the warming sun of a Greek Spring. Opening the doors to head upstairs for that first pot of coffee and some writing while the family snoozes on,my feet found the tiles outside still wet from overnight rain. And above the mountains looming above us, dark clouds assembled. But they will go and by the time we hit a stone covered beach at Kitries later this morning, the sun will be blazing down upon us.
I shall not be swimming as the seas are still “refreshing” but Joshua has found someone mad enough to go in with him, elderly Guardian reading loon L from up in the hills, and is terribly excited. It will take another couple of months of blazing sun before the seas warm up enough to tempt me in. And that, of course, is when most Brits start to pitch up and are greeted with a landscape of sun burned grasses, golden or brown. That is what we all associate with Greece. We miss out on the joys of spring when the grass is green and littered with a array of gorgeous flowers of all colours.
The first photo is from the Hovel looking towards the pool.My aim is just to show the green grass littered with small flowers. We might as well be in the Alps with Heidi or crossing over into Switzerland from Austria with the Von Trapps. What fol=lows are just a selection of the flowers encountered between the hovel and the abandoned convent on the way into Kambos. The flowers are everwhere.
So too is the wildlife. As I shot one set of flowers I tried to get a bit closer but then heard rustling in the bushes behind them. It mighthave been a feral cat, or a lizard for both are everywhere. But the snakes are also out and about and, as such, I did not advance for a really close up. I hope that you can forgive me.
