One of the beautiful sights of my recent trip to Portugal was the headlands of the Baleal peninsula. This past weekend, I put together a little reminder of that glorious landscape. Lacking the crashing waves, strong sea breezes, and gyring gulls, I focused my aide-mémoire on the wildflowers that massed over the cliffs.
At Baleal, the rocks were covered with stonecrops, carpets of ice plant (Carpobrotus edulis),
and a dense cover of bird's foot trefoil (Lotus creticus).
So here's my backyard Baleal: a pot loaded with stonecrops and hens-and-chicks. Just add sunshine, strong coffee, amigos de peniche and dream.