I bloody love this time of year, and if I was thinking about a trip to Spain this would, without any doubt be the time.
Forget sun drenched beaches and sunburnt bodies in scorching heat. Think fresh air, mountain tops and green lush valleys.
February is about to decend, a miserable month for most. Is it grey and raining outside of your window? are you turning up the central heating?
The Jalon valley is about to bloom. It is Almond blossom time and over the next few weeks there will be pink trees on the mountainside everywhere.
Walkers and photographers will be seen out walking and hopefully the odd artist will be perched in some field trying to capture the light through the black branches of the almond trees.
This is a wonderful time to visit.
Here is part of a little poem I wrote about the legend of a Sultan and his Princess. It comes from Portuguese folklore. Hope you enjoy it.
Poet – tell me, I am ailing,
as Sultan over all this land.
this woman whom I’ve made my wife.
cries tears into her tiny hands.
What should I do to make her smile?
What words I speak will lift her eyes?
please poet all is that I ask
to help me in this loving task.
The Princess Gilda misses home,
the white of snow from where belongs,
it paints the side of hills and valleys,
Then melts to say that spring has come.
No slopes of melting crystal ice,
no warming crackling fires ignite,
her longing pains her thoughts by day,
doth whisper worries through the night.
Now years have passed and In our valley
we watch spectacular springtime show,
a Sultans wish to make a smile,
Had almond blossom fall like snow.
We have a walk scheduled through the Jalon Valley on 13th Feb. Love to have you join us. https://www.facebook.com/events/1087172615455946?ref=newsfeed
