My land is yellow. So many yellow flowers carpet the olive fields, I should feel guilty not knowing what they are called. I don’t suppose it matters too much. Spring brings joy and a wildflower spectacular. Also warmth – it reached 24 degrees yesterday. It’s not heat that permeates the walls or roof of the house and stepping inside is like diving into a freshwater pool. I keep my coat by the door and put it on as I enter.
