tessintrnc wrote:Oracle wrote:We heard the tree frogs whilst walking near The Anassa mid-afternoon.
That was what first alerted us into hyper-listening-out mode.
Later in the evening, under our vine, when it was quite balmy, we heard the cicada in our Myrtle bush.
This morning my friend Maria, told me she sang a welcome to the first swallow.
Envy Deniz, envy.
That green-eyed monster has got you bad ....
Do your neighbours come asking for the leaves from your Myrtle? Mine do, (the old ladies anyway) they dry the leaves and crush them into fine powder which they put in their husbands smelly shoes!!! They also told me that years ago it would be sprinkled into nappies to prevent nappy rash!! Although the berries are edible - I must admit that I never had the aquired taste for them - do you?
Tess
I love its smell .... it is right outside my bedroom window and when the shutters disturb it as I open and close them, the smell is really empowering.
I can manage a few berries but adore the jam / glyko made from them.
Have you tried them preserved?..... they retain the scent but lose that bitter tannin taste (like in red wine and black tea).
