Beach with a view

Jonathan has made the best of the morning, before the heat builds, working on the house and the property. Yesterday he planted φασκόμηλο (sage) and λεβάντα (lavender) along the row with the oregano, mint, and rosemary that he planted last summer and which is now firmly established.

The biggest job of all, though, is "recovering" the far end of the property, which has been a thick tangle of wild artichoke, fennel, and host of identifable weeds, heavy brush, and wildflowers. With a borrowed scythe and wearing long pants, heavy boots, and a thick shirt he worked his way forward--the result was more plantable ground but also a myriad of bloodly lacerations.

It is now clear why his Cretan forebears wore heavy wool pants and thick boots even in the heat of summer.

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Last night life in the village picked up over previous days, but by the standards of previous years, there is far less traffic, Still every cafe table remains full until 1 or 2 in the morning, and several establishments are serving until 4 or 5 a.m.



At midnight Jonathan had the great pleasure--a marvel of technology--to have a video chat with his family back in America. Lucia was able to speak with several of her friends which elicited gasps of pleasure.

The morning work behind him, the beach beckons.