Just returned from the Italian island of Sardinia where every day, dawn to dusk, the sun shone brightly. Landing home again on terra firma, and confronted by a very green rain soaked land, we joked to one another about taking the return flight back!!! However, there is no place quite like home.
We in this northern hemisphere are programmed into our seasons. Imagine a world without Spring, Summer, Autumn or Winter. No snowdrops to watch magically shooting out of the ground during January or evenings spent sitting around a cosy fireside. What would it be like without the riot of russet leaves now beginning to crown our tree tops which will eventually swirl to the ground leaving us with carpets of gold for young and old alike to trample beneath their feet?
We did very little sight seeing
swam, walked, and read lots of books beneath the dappled shade of an old Olive Tree
