Last week, my husband took us to the nearest mountain top - the one which I see from my kitchen window every day. It was a slow and narrow climb. We saw some cyclamens growing by the roadside, some of them already wilted and plainly at the end of their season.
When we reached the mountain top, I was surprised to discover a tiny settlement - just a few caravans out there in the wilderness. Despite the humbleness of the dwellings, they were surprisingly well-cared for, and there were little patches of plants and flowers near each one. The people who lived there were taking a stroll and chatting with one another. There were many little ones, and much laughter.
It was a gorgeous day. We are fortunate to live in such a beautiful place.