It’s proving a challenge to capture the colours, shapes, and sheer abundance of the wildflower meadows and olive groves here; the scents underfoot, the way the breeze rustles the seeding grasses, the buzzing of bees. The sheer number and variety of flowers and plants self seeding and thriving everywhere.
At times as the sun heats the land your nose follows a familiar smell….sage, thyme, oregano…….the scent of sweet honeysuckle already in full flower. Or roses pouring out over patio walls in the narrow alleyways and lanes. Heady stuff to properly convey in pictures…….
The Mani Peninsula is famous for it’s honey and everyone here seems to have hives. Bees and insects are plentiful and happy here as a result. There is little or no spraying or “weeding” the flowers and herbs cover paths and walls, roads and hillsides. There are few organised “gardens” as such, up here in the Mani Mountains in May the slopes are one continuous garden.
Wildflowers are considered an integral part of the heritage of this place and I wish we would value and protect our hedgerows and ditches a bit more? Our abundant EU grass, manicured lawns and wire fencing are taking such a toll on our native biodiversity.
Meanwhile these blogging breakfasts are special stolen moments to chat to with you here, until the day calls and the trekking continues…..