blog de maraki

Keith's wedding, and I found myself, hard physically working, under creta's strong sun, along with, the young Gergian, Pata left behind, to replace him. We both were practivally 4 meters from the sea, working & sweating so as to arrange a large plateform, where every winter we use to burn all the fallen leaves from the garden which is swept every day. Was it there an act of rage, in my age, working like some young Albanian, they use for these types of work here?? I don't know, a thing is certain after 2-3 hours of this work I saw my self like I used to be years ago, and all my workers and gardeners loved " the tomboy: Kyria Maria".
Then after a cool icy beer, we had with Ilias, he continued his work alone, and myself took my photo machine and went around the garden.. Not that I am such a good photographer, but i Like get out of the moment, the precise feeling I always hv, when I walk in my garden next to the sea. It gave me calm & hapiness and a lot of pictures, for my todays blog on the garden!