Sunday mornings are for walks
After last weekend’s mountain hiking, the week rolled smoothly and uneventfully; The usual routine from early mornings till late evenings brought us to Friday evening, tired and sleepy but not giving up on the ritual of dvd night, eating junk food snuggled under crochet blankets. It’s the ritual that turns our living room to some sort of camping site, with couches turned into beds and armchairs the same, with bonus the mattress on the floor, which we drag here for a couple of hours every Friday. Because a dvd-junk food evening is not complete if every member of the family cannot fully lie down and even sleep in the middle of the movie!
Saturday was full of to do’s as usually, morning dance and music lessons for the little Misses of the pond, housework for me, eating the week’s leftovers for lunch and then Little Miss no 1 went to the movies with friends, little Miss no 2 was playing in the garden with friends as well, Mr. BeardMan was buried under his vinyl disks with headphones on and I kept on missing stitches on the shawl I’m currently making and frogging it over and over again…
And then a bright Sunday morning came and we set off for a small walk to an archaeological site nearby.
I think it’s the time to confess that as a child, living in Greece and having an archaeologist mum, actively involved with excavations, there is no summer I can remember without having to walk under the cruel sun amidst indifferent for me (back then) stones (it was just stones for a young child), when I was craving to be swimming in the sea instead. Sigmund Freud could thus easily explain my disgust for any kind of visiting sites of even a remote antiquity relation since then.
But Mr. BeardMan, avid history and nature lover, made me (not without serious difficulties) reconsider throughout the years. So by now, I resist and don’t start screaming when he starts by saying “I suggest that this Sunday we visit…”
Most of the times I even enjoy it ;-P
Like this time. It was a splendid spring day and the site was in the middle of the most beautiful countryside. Full of olive and redbud tress and the most luscious green grass I’ve seen for a while…
doubled by the crystal clear sky blue
The little Misses enjoyed it as well, being it by taking photos with her phone (miss no 1)…
or climbing to trees (no 2- you see, no mobile phone for her yet!)
Ah, and there were poppies! Just few of them, but enough to make the colour difference around.
I was staying behind during our walks to the site, just to find some time and take photos. I couldn’t stop, I was enthusiastic, not by the site, but by the nature and the colours and the smell all over.
I took way too many photos, with half of them being blurry or burnt by the bright sun. The other half is spamming you right now! Sorry for this, but narrowing the selection down is not an easy task
And I cannot help but post this photo of my All Stars as well 🙂 These are the winter version of my favourite shoes, black leather and heavy, not the best shoe to walk in on a hot day. I think it’s about time I put them in the winter closet and take out my vintage orange fabric ones, light and airy and totally matching the season.
Just as we were circling the Marathon tumulus, I took this pic, which encloses all that I love in Greece (minus the sea, but this you’ll see in the next photos): olive trees, blue skies and mountains <3
Next stop was the museum, a small but nice building with a beautiful yard, with sleepy dogs lying under the sun…
…and many beautiful exhibits inside. I love small museums, the ones that you can visit in less than an hour, with lean showcases…
…and plenty of space to move around.
The visit ended with a splendid walk to another nearby site, overlooking the sea this time-
I love taking photos of the sunlight being filtered through tree branches, like this one-
and photos of the “stones”, which I can now see within their historic context as not just stones 🙂
Back home, all four of us together with a couple of friends who enjoy joining the archaeological walks, we cooled off from the sun overdose eating salads and sandwiches and rusks with olive oil, tomatoes and feta cheese, as noone was in the mood of cooking a proper meal. And then there was also ice cream, lots of ice cream, old black and white movies in the tv and for me… crocheting the shawl once more, but without mistakes this time!
Thanks for reading my family little nothings~ Here’s to the start of another beautiful week <3
Froggy kisses from the pond