palm fronds prick at a volcanic sky
and bright hibiscus
leer at pink-skinned foreigners.
the way through the fields
I was away for less than a fortnight, but the elderly neighbour has been ill and hasn’t been around with his donkey for a few weeks now.
It seems, then, that the path I take across the field to get onto the road to the village has been ‘repossessed’. (It used to stretch from where the photo was taken almost to the tree and then down to the right.)
I should probably write a poem about it, but I think Rudyard Kipling dealt with the same subject better than I ever will, even if he was writing about woods rather than fields:
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canary colours
You might expect the predominant colour in the Canary Islands to be banana yellow, but that certainly wasn’t my experience in Tenerife.
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where angels fear to tread
As part of the Corpus Christi celebrations, the town of Adeje in Tenerife decorates the streets with ‘carpets’ made from salt along the procession route.
I think the carpets are made using salt tinted with powder paint, which is spread over a big outline of the picture taped to the street.
Between the carpets are plainer stretches with stencilled patterns.
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no stone unturned
To everything there is a season, a time and a place for everything. If this scene is anything to go by, it seems that in Tenerife it is a time to gather stones together:
don't confuse the narrator 