The weather has been a source of conversation across the centuries. When there is nothing left to say or you want an uncommitted way of greeting someone as you are passing by, you talk about the weather.
Green used to be equated with money. But, wow, how things have changed. Or it was associated with jealousy. Now when someone asks me if I’m green, I have to stop and think about the context of the conversation.
In Southern Europe, particularly Spain, the summer was more mild than usual. Some would argue. That is not saying the weather wasn’t hot, but it wasn’t every day get-the-glove-mits-before-you-touch-anything hot. That was nice.
But it was like summer never came. After a brutally long and wet winter, summer hardly gave an appearance. The sea is already turning cold. It feels like the temperature it was last November. So what will become of the coming winter?
Some say it will be unusually cold. Others say it will be mild, like the summer. Only when it arrives will we know.
All the rain gave a nice fruit yield, with plenty of figs and blackberries. Pomegranate season is approaching, as well as grapes. Time will need to be budgeted to collect and preserve this wonderful goodness.
Walnuts are beginning to fall from the trees and they will be followed by chestnuts and carobs. So much goodness in Spain. No wonder it is dubbed by some “Little Promised Land.”
by Jori Sams