The sky, still dramatically dappled with grey clouds, hung over green fields that seemed to stretch on forever.
We saw spear fisherman and sailboats. Birds soared above, looping back every so often to catch a sea breeze.
Brightly colored insects, subdued flowers, and tree bark became our focal points. Sunlight filtered through trees and created pockets of light and shadow.
Between the crimson anemones in the grass, pink cyclamen flowers bloomed in the shady patches, more reclusive than their sun loving friends.
With a spring in our step, we hopped over mud puddles, the only sign of wintertime. I crouched low to take pictures of purple flowers blooming plentifully against a rusty gate.