Week 39: Flowers
It’s Shrove Tuesday as I write, a bright and windy day. Some of our latest family guests left yesterday. They loved it here, and asked plenty of questions, especially about the seasons, many of which we couldn’t answer. We have only been through a quarter of a year so far. The full extent of the summer heat is unknown to us. Today our local town was deserted: it is a public holiday but we didn’t know that. This also explains why the gas man sounded bewildered when we asked him to deliver a new canister today. He’ll do it tomorrow instead.
The river is gleaming. Turtles clambered out from the emerald pools to sun themselves on the rocks. Being the same colour as the rocks, only the shininess of their wet shells gives them away. You have to creep up on them, too. Last time we went to see them we had Estrela for company and the turtles dived before we got there. Today we were quieter and saw four. I wonder if the pools will be deep and clear enough to swim in when it’s hot enough to do so – and whether the turtles will mind the company.
Husband’s friend Gero is building us a new kitchen at his workshop in Erfurt, Germany. For the doors he’s using a pear tree that has been seasoned for about a quarter of a century in his storehouse, and originally came from Freiburg, the town where the two men used to live.