Not Even Solomon

Can you imagine draping this round your neck, over a sapphire blue dress, maybe? Woke to an enchanted world of mist, put my wellies on and wandered happily over the Land before even a cup of tea. So difficult to choose just one image, but thought, I'll see mist again, but not this exquisite cobweb hung with condensed mist.

And then, down to the market, then washing clothes at the flat, then lunch at the Adega, where the men were singing again (so happy Sr Valente is well again), then Fakir bullied me into planting 34 rosebushes he picked up for us somewhere - 34! At least he allowed two in one hole, so that was 17 holes, which is no joke in this hard, stony ground, and carrying buckets of water for them all. He did most of the work, but still... And then the pomegranate bush (so that's 18 holes) the Padre has gifted us. Will be wonderful if they all take.

And now I want to call in on Maria Luisa on the way to the Eucharist, and then it's our weekly meal with the Padre... no lack of a social life today.