Roses -Deya

the Residencia in Deya. Just before sunset, this is just one of the hundreds of roses of this variety glowing in the light and almost pushing their fragrance into the soft evening air. i can´t imagine a more beautiufl sight and a more magnificent background: the huge mountains going from gold to silver, the sky so blue, so luminous, and the pines and the old oaks in their dark green coats holding on to the steep, steep slope of this so beloved mountain!! More than 40 years it has been since i, one very early morning, started to climb up its rugged slope and, inexperienced, didnt know what to do when the March wind started to blow almost blowing me off, and certainly freezing me. i didnt know-- but it was so cold and going down---only just looking made me reel--so UP i went until i could not go any further as there was a ridge above me and the rocks jutted out..no way to go on..too scary to go down! but then i saw a beautiul little patch of fairly straight ground, beneth a pine tree, and just then the sun touched that pine and i lay down and fell asleep. i woke at midday: high up on the mountain!! what a morning view!  scrambled down, mostly on my behind all the way to the village and had a coffee in the little bar behind the shop.