Â You know summer is here when you finally hear the “song” of the cigale, that locust-like insect chirping like crazy to attract a mate. It isn’t quite summer yet but I heard my first cigale yesterday. It was singing solo, probably feeling a little lonely, hoping to find a date before the crowd arrives. Sometimes the noise of the cigales can get really irritating because they really do make a racket but the first one is a different story.
Â On a walk the other day I passed a wheat field that certainly looks ripe to me but what do I know?
A few weeks ago this field was not only a sage green but also had bright red poppies in the tractor tracks.
Here is the wheat field from up above. The road you see curving below is one I take when I make my daily trek up the mountain to burn some calories. The buildings in the back are “my” village. The buildings across the road from the field belong to the sheep herd owners. They grow the wheat and then harvest it for food for the sheep. The vineyards next to the wheat are owned by the mayor. He has olive trees too.
Â These baby grapesÂ don’t look like much yet but they will be used for wine in a few months.
Â A rather elegant looking curtain on a door in the village. I think they probably untieÂ it during the day to keep out flies.
Â The rather humble hollyhock. I have a couple growing wild in my yard and one I planted myself-from seed. For what is supposedly a weed, I had a horrible time getting them to grow and bloom. I have happy memories of them from my childhood.