There is a seeming pause to the springtime growth here in the Dehesa.
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It is a final gathering of breath in anticipation of that incendiary floral expression when the meadows of the mountain come to full bloom.
In each and every niche, here all of the species are ready to express their unique selves for the briefest moment in their own particular forms of light and matter.
The great canvas on which this masterpiece is being painted opens out into every conceivable shade of green.
While over all, a thousand songs from innumerable birds thrill the very air and the spaces between are filled with the dance of the insects.
This is natures sensorial poetry.
Photo: Betis from Saladaviciosa. Courtesy of the author.