Their work is back-breaking, but still they go on, breaking up the clods to prepare the earth for planting.
Meanwhile, in the olive groves and on the roadsides, the wild flower spectrum tilts this way and that, with new blooms and blossoms to say hello to every day.
The day's sounds are strimmers, chainsaws, tractors and chattering birds. Swallows swoop, sparrows emerge, startled, from hedges and jays and magpies chatter in beneath the grapevines.
The smell of pastitsada bubbling away in the oven of a village taverna mingles with the heavenly aroma of orange blossom.
What a magical island.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x