Pink on the White Mountains

I want to tell you that this morning the peaks of the White Mountains glowed with a pinkish hue in the early morning light. Walking around our little piece of Crete I was stunned by the beauty which surrounded me. The wild flowers had appeared silently and suddenly. A sea of purple, blue and fuchsia anemone glowed amongst tiny marigold, white daisies and yellow Maltese buttercups. Luminous weeds all displaying magnificent resilience, shape and volume are a fitting background to such a tapestry.