Europe’s only palm raises its fronds heavenwards in seeming exultation for its life here on the mountain.
This plant was once one of our closest floral companions; providing food, rope and material for shoes, mats, and baskets.
Hereabouts, the old folk can still be seen on their stoops delicately weaving the dried fronds with work and time roughened fingers.
These wise souls still maintain the connections between land and village, nature and ‘civilization’.
They are, in some ways, among the last of Europe’s indigenous people who carrying with them the wisdom of ten thousand generations.
They are the Dehesa and the Dehesa is them.
Photo: Chamaerops humilis on the mountain. Courtesy of the author.