PALM TREES AND PINEAPPLES.

Ii has often struck me how similar pineapples are to palm trees.Yesterday when they trimmed the trees across the way from us the similarity was very apparent.

I find however that the two are not related in any other way. Pineapples are apparently Bromeliads and grow from berries.- So you live and learn!

These trees don't offer such welcome shade now, hopefully they will soon grow again.I  think  not before this heatwave ends unfortunately!

ONE DAY AT A TIME------

Somehow it seems to me that Life has lost its natural rhythm and so its balance. People move now at such a pace, constantly seeming under pressure,-stress and anxiety are major problems, and often relaxation itself becomes over organised, manipulated into the weekly programme if possible, and so loses its meaning and function. We seem to have lost the ability to live fully in the present and relish each beautiful moment .
   This old song has, I think,a simple, common sense way of putting it.-It topped the charts in the seventies when Lena returned to the stage.

                                    

GOLDEN BAY----THE OLEANDER WAY.

The road  to Golden Bay is lined with Oleander trees. Beautiful in pinks and white and making a shady canopy on the way to the beach, they are so welcome.

 Intriguing archways invite you to look beyond.

Prickly pears are abundant, the fruit not quite ripe.Aloe vera and fig trees are prolific too.

And now the beach itself.Sparking blue sea and that golden sand,inviting and welcoming.We are ready for a swim, a rest, then maybe we'll end the afternoon with a cappuccino at the little beach cafe.-----Simply a lovely summer day!

LOOKING FOR A SHADY SPOT.

The heatwave coninues, and we are all melting. The tourists love the sun but they too find themselves looking for the shade.Floppy hats have become the order of the day.

It's wonderful if you can have a leisurely dip then relax under a  bright sun umbrella.

 








Even the youngsters are
looking for a shady place.

How about a late afternoon ride,perhaps  out along the coast road into the sunset, then cooled by a gentle evening breeze?











As for me,-tonight I will pull the sofa to the open balcony doors, lie there looking at a starlit sky,and listening to the water lapping on the sides of the boats  in the bay below. I'll  fall asleep and dream of a tomorrow lying in a hammock slung between shady trees,a good book and glass of chilled wine to keep me company. ----Sweet dreams!

The Native American Ten Commandments.

From time to time I find that these reflections make a peaceful start to the day.
                                                    
                                                      

Tinged with magic gold dust----

St Paul's Bay.

Early evening, and through the sitting room window I see a golden scene. Boats lie idly on still water that glistens in the fading sunlight.

Everything  tinged with gold as if gold dust has fallen from heaven scattering its magic over a sleepy afternoon.

Yes there's magic here and a dream,------ a dream of a world bathed in gold dust,  a dream of a  Golden Age to come.