At the Farm

A flowery meadow from Eden. Geraniums, a whole path lined with daisies. Olives and willows.


More of the same..........


and a grape arbor near the house.............


A path through the olive grove where the earth has been plowed.


If you look very carefully, you will see the actual plow nestling on a bed of hay in a very unobtrusive fashion.
A donkey was borrowed for the big event.


The cow was the star turn of the whole day as far as the two little boys were concerned.
It obliged us by saying 'moo' - or the Arabic version thereof.


Heading back towards the house ...........


for an open air lunch

The Road to Marrakech

Late afternoon, leaving the farm after a lovely quiet day.


Down a dirt road where the children are coming home from school.


This really doesn't look like Morocco at all.
Mediterranean olive groves, lush fields watered by run-off snow from the Atlas Mountains.


We are some 30 km south of Marrakech, towards the mountains.
Fertile, rustic and quite hard to get to.




The day was overcast rather than the usual blazing sun, rather refreshing.


The clouds played on the low hills making sharp contrasts between light and dark.


One can sit and look at the hills for a long time.