in the arsehole of diogenes

NEO-HERACLITUS_____________Qweir Notions in the arsehole of Diogenes: weBlog of a septuagenarian Binge-thinker since February 2008.
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Monday, 14 September 2015

Late summer in Caylus.

It's not quite a Perfumed Garden
but it is a little of what the designers of the Generalife
gardens of the Alhambra in Granada sought to achieve.
At both ends of the path down to the little lake and forest
are gorgeously-scented Clerodendrum bushes.
In between is a large pendulous Buddleja (also nicely-scented),
a fig tree and a quince tree both bearing fruit within my grasp.
Two plum trees have already shed their fruit.
But alas! there is no Pomegranate tree so treasured by the Moors -
because, according to the Qur'an, pomegranates grow in paradise
and (though having a more complex symbolism in ancient Greece)
are an ancient and present Persian symbol of fertility.
In the nearest town, however, they line two busy streets.

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