When I was a small child in Libya I thought asphodel flowers were quite magical because they were as tall as I was. I soon grew taller than them, of course, but I still love to see them at this time of year. They’ll last only until next week maybe, so yesterday when I saw large areas of the hillside above Neffiès where there were wands of stars standing out above a carpet of flowering wild thyme I had to take a lot of photographs.
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