The Confetti of Aftermath

... from a poem by Ada Limón, as shared by Kendall. 

See also "The Raincoat", maybe to accompany the photos so many of us shared of our Mums for the last Mono Monday challenge.

These are olive flowers, scattered on the ground as I walked into town, to meet up with Mireille and Dan, to chat, eat and pray together. Morango Bar was closed, so we ended up in Hortensia's pizzaria, though no pizzas today, just bacalhau à Brás.

Gratefuls:
- Julia, Tom and Eden safely back in their home in Manchester
- a good night's sleep (been rather elusive lately)
- our architect calling just as we were wondering what had happened to him, asking if he and the engineer can visit tomorrow, driving down from Porto