In summer we breakfast on the balcony on the shady side of the house, unable to believe we will ever want to sit in the sun for breakfast. But now it’s getting cooler and we find ourselves breakfasting on the eastern balcony, warming our backs in the sun.
“Out of sight, out of mind” seems a pretty accurate description of my brain. Every time we arrive home we’re surprised at how luxuriant and leafy our place is – especially after the town. How could we forget so quickly?
The only thing we don’t have is an unobstructed view of sunsets, because there’s a hill to the west. Instead, the solitary mountain to the east reflects the sunsets, turning from green to yellow to gold to red before disappearing in the dusk; a good reason to stop and sit on the balcony to watch.
Like several mountains in this area, it is a monolith, part of the rim of an ancient volcano. Vertical cliffs erupt from tree-covered slopes. There is only one path to the top along the base of a sheer wall of rock, then up a steep narrow path of loose stones to the upper slopes. But the view from the top is worth the climb.