Perfect lazy indian summer days. The weather is warm, but not too hot, the sun shines softly but does not burn. The sea is calm and still, like a lake and crystal clear. As the season draws to an end the lethargy of the summer is shaken off and I feel inspired to go for a walk. Not far, really, just up the other side of town to visit Carlo at work and stop in for lunch at his mothers house.On the way back to work I notice the myriad of plants, flowers and fruits that grow in abundance in every space available. I pass the usual lemon, orange, fig and olive trees, but also notice huge squashes, fragrant roses and multi-coloured flowers bursting from every angle.
I suddenly remember that pomegranates ripen in October and weave my way through the warren of steps in the cemetary until I find the secret pomegranate tree that hangs over the sea, reaching towards the distant islands. It is laden with fruit and I stretch out my arms, balancing over the wall until I manage to catch a big round orb and pull it towards me. It has split open already which means it is ripe and ready to eat. I pull it off the tree, blow the ants away and feast on the small juicy seeds as I walk back down to the pier.