This is piece of the ‘rocciata’ which our neighbour gave us.
Here I’ve served it with custard.
Rocciata is a delicious treat typical of All Hallows and All Saints.
A lot of the pomegranates are split, but these two are intact for now.
I often wonder how the bush manages to support such heavy fruit.
They must have swayed this morning in the tremor (6.6 on the Richter scale and the biggest in years).
Florence trots nose-down along a sunlit path.
It must seem monstrously freaky to her when the ground moves.
Four paws to feel it through!
But I would imagine she’s forgotten last Wednesday.
We haven’t, though, and the tremors are still continuing. A short one earlier today rattled things on our desks.
Is this an exotic tree with a sinuous grey trunk and thick clusters of red berries?
No, it’s a pyracantha up a bank behind an olive tree!
There was a second, more violent, tremor last night – 6.1 this time.
I heard it coming across the courtyard – it was like a monster pushing itself under the house.
All the spoons hanging on hooks over the stove started jiggling. A few things fell over.
Florence was very alarmed and hid behind the sofa.
I was outside today, looking across the olive grove to the mountains, thinking about what terrible things there are underneath …
The trunk of our greengage tree has a very worrying rift in its bark but …
Not nearly so worrying as the rifts that occurred this evening.
We had another major earthquake (5.4 on the Richter scale) AT THE SAME TIME as a violent thunderstorm.
The world seemed a very insecure place.
So far I haven’t found any damage but I don’t think it’s over.
This is our ‘steady’ apricot – the one that fruits every year.
It’s sitting on a carpet of its own yellow leaves with a great many more leaves to shed.
It’ll need quite heavy pruning next February, I think.