It’s officially spring in the Algarve: the almond trees burst into bloom last weekend. And I do mean burst. This paragraph from the romantic myth of the Algarve almond trees actually rings true now:
The sultan did as she suggested, planting almond trees not only in his valley, but throughout the entire Al-Gharb. Months went by, but as the trees strengthened and grew, Gilda worsened. And then, one early spring morning, the sultan looked out his window and gasped in surprise.
My experience is slightly less romantic, as our windows do not look onto almond orchards. However, last weekend my wife and I were carrying our recyclables out to the collection site (which sits just across the street from our apartment buildings and right on the edge of an orchard), and we really did gasp in surprise. Two days before, that orchard had been bare. Then it rained. And literally overnight, the almond trees blossomed.
I love this time of year. Almond blossoms and fresh, sweet oranges all at the same time — it’s paradise.