Spring again - de jure and de facto. All kinds of flowering shrubs and trees coming into brilliant and aromatic life. Orange wattles along the lane leading into the Saturday market. Lovely yellow blossoms cascading down like weeping willow branches. They’re an acacia and originally Australian. Sadly regarded as an invasive species, not simply because they originated in another continent but because they greedily take more than their fair share of water in a country where water is in short supply.
Unable to resist the fresh strawberries at market. Assuming greenhouse grown, as it’s early but they’re lovely. The scent alone is worth the price.
Stop and chat with Creigan, who often enjoys a Saturday breakfast at the market. And also with our friends at the bookstall. Beverley has saved us a selection of books by prize winning Turkish British novelist Elif Șafak. Daphne had had one of her other books in German translation yesterday and B had said that the animal charity bookstall would have some as well. We choose The Bastard of Istanbul for a read aloud. Looks promising.
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