Wednesday is market day in my village. It's a bit windy today and when I got there by 12.30am, half of the stalls were already gone. I just had time to pick up a couple of lettuces and cauliflower and luckily the flower stall was still there. I bought another pot of pelargonium - always welcome in the patio -, more thyme too and a pot of pink bougainvillea.
Here are my plants waiting for me to take them home. I already fear the bougainvillea will not resist in winter, as it needs sun and warm weather.
On wednesdays, some people in the village leave their door open and sell fruit and vegetables from their own orchard.
On my way back home, I stopped at my now favorite shop, just round the corner. Its owner is a very charming man in his late sixties who sells plants, seeds, garden tools, pots, baskets and hats. This past week, I've been there nearly everyday. We're good friends now. We talk about gardening. I don't really have green fingers so he's a great help and counselor.The other day, he talked about his daughter who lives in Holland and has olive trees in pots in her house to remind her of Andalusia. How sweet !