Pollos de primavera bajo las naranjas
In March the fields around Soller are awash in yellow flowers. Its like a sea of yellow which brightens up everything it touches. In soller the Lemons and Oranges hang in abundance from every tree and the whole valley is in bloom.
The clanging of sheep bells fills the mountains and in the valley the sound is of the chickens often as in the painting under the trees. This was the first time i have seen them pecking at the oranges but why not? What always amazes me is the rich variety of colours their plumage has and how they all roam free.
