Sometimes in life you just need to stop and smell the prickly pears. It’s the right time in Sardinia to do just that, because you never know what hidden treasures you might find.
Photobombed by a busy bee on the left, as I concentrated on the one sucking pollen from this lovely yellow prickly pear flower.
Inside Sardinia: A distorted Nature’s poem …
I grow flat along the red rocky earth
with only the wind to guide me.
My nutrients I steal from the sea
with only the wind to guide me.
I yearn to reach new heights
with only the wind to guide me.
I’ve learned to reach the mountain peak
with the wind holding my hand, beside me.
“Art is never finished, only abandoned.” Leonardo da Vinci
“Basic human contact – the meeting of eyes, the exchanging of words – is to the psyche what oxygen is to the brain. If you’re feeling abandoned by the world, interact with anyone you can.” Martha Beck
This is my response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Abandoned.
One of my favourite pastimes is hunting for wild Sardinian asparagus in the early months of the year, after the rain, and when the sun is shining. It’s like Where’s Waldo but with thin, camouflaged asparagus. It’s not easy and after sometime my eyes cross and my patience wears thin but I’m a fighter and am determined to return home with a bushel of tasty asparagus. A few days ago the sun was out and I took the opportunity to hunt for these thin shoots in the wilds of Sardinia’s bush-land.
I can assure you that there is an asparagus in this photo, and I picked it and later ate it.
And just to keep things honest and real … I found a whopping six shoots this day!
Sardinia – Beyond ancient shepherding traditions lays a blossoming stalled future.
This is my response to the Weekly Photo Challenge – Beyond.
Can you see beyond the present to predict a positive future?
Do you see the natural nature that surrounds you?
Shaded Flight
If the pigeons are catching shade, it’s a good sign that things are heating up. Follow nature.
Spring has sprung in Sardegna this weekend. With temperature lows of 10c and highs of 30c. The flowers are blooming and their scent floats in the warm air this weekend; a new season is sprouting. Mating Season. The cows are howling, the cats are going crazy and the town joker has begun his slow decent fuori. Escaping to the beach was the only answer. Sardegna is a blooming-exotic delicious island. Happy Spring. Happy Weekend. Please enjoy the following photo’s from a day at the beach.
Spring Has Sprung
My Sardinian Life 