Other times it's the flowers we stop to admire. The little one's at the ideal height to best enjoy all these things. He orders me, repeatedly, to take pictures of 'all the beauty'. So I do. Sometimes I'm laughing too much (goodbye, blurred shot of tiny, electric green acorns).
ecco quel fiero istante). Boy, was I ready for lunch, and the mushrooms were soon ready after a thorough brushing.
golden tomatoes I put up a while ago, a smidge of salt and white ground pepper...
In between raindrops, the colors are up in the village as well, if less Dance of the Seven Veils-ish.
On the way home, the ripening fruit of an olive tree mingles with a yellow firethorn.
Note to the dearest little pirate: I'm doing my best to take pictures of all the beauty.