Certain Smells
I took a walk yesterday morning along my usual route from the village to To Vrisi, and very pleasant it was too. In fact, the sun wasn’t yet up over the ridge when I set off, and it was already warm enough for shorts, though I was wearing a t-shirt and hoodie in my best imitation of someone who gets a kick out of exercise and has all the gear. On the way back, with the sun above the hill, it was warm enough to stop and do a bit of sunbathing. Not that I did. I wandered back listening to music and stopping for a couple of shots. That’s shots as in photos not as in Tequila as this was eight in the morning.
You can see from the photos how clear the day was, and how calm. What you don’t get, however, are the smells. Not only the herbs on the hillside, and the goats and their leftovers at times, but there is, in the shady places, a smell of the rocks, damp and humid. I notice that a lot in the narrower lanes of the village. Passing one of the small chapels yesterday, and often when I pass the cemetery, I could smell the incense. It’s often Frankincense, those small chips of what look like Turkish Delight that you see in the supermarkets. Yesterday it was different, and I’m not sure what it was, but it wafted across the main road in a couple of places and enhanced the bright, warm morning no end.
Back at home, I did the various this-and-that’s to the taps and pipes in order to top up the sterna as it was a water day and we still haven’t filled up after the summer and visitors. I was hoping for more rain. A couple of days of it and the well would be full, but we’ve only had one decent spell of wet weather. Mind you, that’s enough to set off some of the hillside plants and shrubs, and what was recently grey and ochre, is now starting to come green.
Anyway, that’s me for today. Have a good weekend.
