The florist in my village is practically next door to me. She's the one who made me discover this sort of decorative cauliflower which is purple in the middle and surrounded by green leaves. I find it so pretty to adorn a table along with carnations. Their delicate frilly edges always remind me of a colorful flamenco dress.
It's a pity, the leaves turn yellow very quickly, though. I have to see if I can plant it somewhere in the patio.
This morning, I feel really grateful for the blue sunny sky which is definitely the most precious gift here in Andalusia in winter. I look at the palm trees in front of me, imagining that the skyline is nearly joining the sea. My mind wanders...while I'm having a very selfish late breakfast, feasting on the leftovers of the week end. We had friends coming over and after many hours spent cooking and baking, I was quite happy to finish the last portion of lemon meringue pie while Monchéri went out for bread.