Spring

Spring is here. truly today. The chill has gone from the early morning walk. I fear there will be no more fires lit in the hearth this year.

In Spring, Cyprus turns green and gold. Yellow is the overriding colour. In buttery burst come the lapsanes, eagerly picked, sauteed in olive oil and drenched in beaten eggs with a squeeze of lemon to finish. The Lazarus daisies intensely yellow rise again in the fields and smother them.

Fluorescent yellow clumps of tiny oxynuthia grow and soon forsythia, wild fennel and golden rod will jostle for space.

Today the sky is blue and empty, white cabbage butterflies drift across the fields and birdsong fills the air. Already there are smatterings of mauve anenomes and red poppies. I'm told the snakes are emerging from their hibernation.

oxynuthia

Lapsanes