En vacances – Girona greenery

Snow. A wet fat fall of snow.

It’s not the sticking kind. More the sort that is actually freezing rain and does nothing more than make your spirits sink.

This was meant to be a plant out dahlia day.

Instead I am stuck indoors doing valuable things like Admin, eating biscuits and cleaning my desk.

And looking at the last holiday snaps.

We thought we would end our Spanish island holidays by having four days on the Spanish mainland on the way back home.

So for us that meant Girona. Of course. More holidays.

And I’ll keep this brief as you probably see the same shots twice a year.

But you won’t have seen the Ter river looking this full and flowing. The drought has broken.

Hurrah for Catalonia. Boo for tourists. It has been damp all month.

Still, some things never change. And for me that means my usual plod up the mountain to stand on a tower and gaze at this as a reward.

And yes, if no one is walking past I do go and hug that gum tree on the way.

I have to revisit certain strange landmarks on the way.

And call me a bit particular but I have to check that this fantastic door is still there.

Love that lizard.

And on the way back I have to go and pay homage to my favourite trees in a favourite garden.

Here is a shot of the same garden that turns up in my wallpaper selection every year.

Should have gone at sunset. And on a sunny day.

And a visit is not complete without mooching round the end of town to see if the oranges are fruiting in the Jardi de l’Angel.

Yes! And I love how all the fruit is just out of reach.

All the low hanging ones have been ‘harvested’.

I also like to visit the strange abandoned places in the old town. The ones where you are baffled why they have been left to weeds and neglect.

You could close your eyes a bit and pretend these ivy clad objects are sculptures. But no. They are the ruins of a foundation of a building.

And I love stumbling across little bits of green in unexpected places.

Well, weeds, really.

This is more typical.

One never tires of these beauties.

And the German garden was fetching in this early Spring weather. (ie freezing cold and very few tourists so I could snap away.)

There was a musician up in the tower playing the guitar. Moving and haunting.

Do ten second videos embed in my blog posts? No. So I get to enjoy that particular memory on my phone and laptop. Sorry about that.

Have a look at my favourite breakfast for the whole trip. Espresso mafia cafe.

Oats soaked in coconut milk overnight. And then festooned with ridiculous treats on the top.

Yes chocolate. Unrestrained joy.

I could do with a bowl of that right now.

Instead if I turn my head to the right and look out the French windows I see… yep. More wet snow falling. And a very bleak scene.

Still, at least I tidied my desk.

Dahlias tomorrow.