The cherry trees from the 1st floor balcony with a good luck charm.
View of the Orchard Garden from the balcony outside our bedroom.
The same view highlighting the apple blossom. We can see the white cross on top of the hill from our bed and it is so evocative of the area as there are crosses and small chapels dotted about the countryside.
Recent hailstones so big they hurt!
A view of the house from the orchard.
The lower branches of the walnut tree sweeping down to the gound.
Me caught unawares doing my exercises!
The garden behind here has a smallholding with all sorts of fruit and vegetables growing and small animals wandering about, including the cock which sounds like David Walliams. To the right, are raspberry and wild strawberry bushes, but I have stripped them bare now and we have eaten them as compote over ice cream.
We buy pullet eggs from a neighbour which have the yellowest yolks, and lots of people sell their produce informally at the side of the road all the way from Bucharest. A few weeks ago it was all raspberries and cherries, (there are 3 types), and more recently it has been mushrooms, apricots and extremely large melons.
I looked twice at the mushrooms as I thought that they matured in Autumn at home, but we actually had some growing in this garden, but we dare not eat them. Pickled mushrooms are on many menus in Romania, but I think that they are an acquired taste.
The cherry trees in our garden have different sizes of cherries and we have been reliably informed that there are 3 kinds, and that one of them, a small cherry to you and I is actually called Visine and we have been given a gift of a jar of jam from a colleague of Richard's whose husband spent hours stoning the visines with a copper paperclip! The resulting jam is delicious and has a sour cherry, almost Kirsch alcoholic taste, although there is another type of sour cherry. We have also eaten the yoghurts with fresh visines from our trees. Amazingly, people here do not seem familiar with black forest gateau or clafouti, which is a shame as the cherries grow profusely and people do climb up ladders collecting them.
I must be hungry as I keep writing about food!
More later,pa pa.
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