We have been having an extremely wet winter here with the result that it looks more like Spring at the moment as there is so much new growth and so much green everywhere. Earlier this week I took these photos of a ruined building,
a very green field,
some tiny little arum lilies (about 6 inches tall)
and some wild clematis.
The bellshaped 4 petalled flowers are a pale creamy green and the flowers are just beginning to fade and the soft seed heads form.
I think the flower head in this next photo will open up into a tall spike of white flowers in a couple of days time
With good weather forecast for today my Turkish friend invited me for lunch. It is customary, when visiting someone’s house for the first time, to take a small gift. I bought a red ceramic pomegranate under which you can put a tea light (candle) as a gift for my friend as it was the first time I was visiting her home. It turned out that it was a very appropriate gift for this time of year. Apparently Turks smash a pomegranate on the ground in front of their house at midnight on new year’s eve to ensure prosperity for the coming year. So, after an excellent lunch of vegetable soup, calves liver cooked with onions, currants and pine kernels served on a bed of rice, and a dessert of sweet pumpkin eaten on her terrace in the sun, this afternoon we, the only two remaining members of our local digital photography club, went for a walk at Gumusluk bay, a bit further around the coast.
We parked the car on the top road and walked down a steep path to the shoreline where we were surprised to find the tide so high that we couldn’t walk along the beach towards the right, where we wanted to go. One of the local cafés had part of its terrace under water.
We met a girl walking along the top of a wall (the only way to keep one’s feet dry) and she told us she had read in a local newspaper that it was the time of the sea’s gel-git (come and go), except that so far the sea hadn’t gone! We walked through some marshy ground and a couple fishing on the beach helped us over the barbed wire fence so that we could get on the beach. The man told us that there were ruins of an old village just over the headland. This was the area below the Limon café that I had been wanting to explore for ages. We walked over heathland with lots of feathery fennel sprouting for the second time this year.
The dried fennel stalks made wonderful sculputural silhouettes against some beautiful cloud formations.
a dead thistle head
We were rewarded by a very colourful sunset although we had to make our way back to the car before it got too dark to see where we were going.
It’s amazing what a difference 10 days has made since the shortest day and it now stays light until shortly after 5.