Bees, Barb-B-Que, and Barack

The weather men in Spain are as misinformed as anywhere else, as we anticipated rain on this inauguration day. We have actually had beautiful blue skies once again. Perfect firewood gathering. To the finca! The boulder was, of course, still in the way. So we schlepped in with our basket, and hauled wood up to the car one to a handle, brimming with almond wood.
The bees were buzzing all around, working the rosemary. Our neighbors hives were humming with activity, bees thick around each entrance.Rosemary honey, the best!
The olive trees are still laden with fruit, but we have no idea what to do with the harvest. Greenhorns not green thumbs...yet.
David had prepared ingredients for a barbeque: chicken, potatoes, green pepper all on an open flame, using his flea market grill. Delicious! There is something about sitting outside in the sun, reaching out to grab a handful rosemary and thyme, and throwing it on the roasting chicken, that makes you appreciate the simple things in life. "En plein air" cooking.
Tracks are everywhere, either (jabali) or deer coming to the cistern for a drink.
We are now watching the events in Washington, the pomp and carryings on. Screaming at the TV as the idiots parade by (any Bush). That miserable family make the Hapsburgs look like put together geniuses. But oh how beautiful that Obama family looks. Michelle Obama is a goddess in green. The Rev. Warren, however, is a sad case, a blubbering, pontificating idiot. Sorry folks, we have a long haul ahead of us. But may the gods bless Aretha and that hat!