And we are fortunate about our location: the wind has carried the fire north, away from us. Not only that, but we are within spitting distance of a natural swimming pool where the fire trucks can come and refill with water, and not much farther from a pantano where the ‘watercopters’ can top up. 
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Category: village life
another sunny day in paradise
Well, that’s the impression you’d get from looking out of my study window. A bit breezy, but unbroken blue skies.
That’s because the window faces southeast.
To the north, the fires are still uncontrolled. And although I can’t see any of it, I can’t forget it’s happening as there are helicopters and aeroplanes going directly overhead every few minutes.
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is it a cloud…?
No, it’s smoke from the fire on the land just above my house.
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not perfect, but plentiful
Between gold and silver, they can’t seem to make up their minds whether they want to be suns or moons.
Apparently, its early blossoming makes the plum a symbol of vitality in Japanese culture: our tree here in Spain certainly seems to be full of life.
(Fortunately, although they aren’t perfect, the fruits aren’t too full of insect life this year.)
where the bee sucks
The flower is one of my favourites: in Spanish it’s a girasol – which neatly translates to “turnsole” in English, though we know them more commonly as sunflowers.
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