a walk to the mill

...with Jaime and Sonia when I was in Capileira a few weeks ago.

We had such sun as most days in Capileira!

You wouldn't know from looking at it - you wouldn't know if you didn't know the stories as Jaime and Sonia do...

But, see that spot below the window, to the right of the pot, those layers of uncovered stone..

That's where the mosque used to be, from when the Moors were in the Alpujarras, way way long ago

Don't get me started talking about Moors and silk, said a man at a restaurant when I asked him. He grew up here.
I asked him anyway. Wait till you hear the stories.
They involve moreras, mulberry trees.....

Sonia and Jaime....
...and the bark of this old chestnut which is a great favorite of theirs. Of course we hugged it!

what's left of the mill
(...just enough to inspire poems and stories...)

the hike ended as it began, with a trace of the moors in this mulberry tree...

i wonder
does it remember Marco Polo who first brought the tree and the worms to Europe,
or are the royals Moors of Al Andalus the only memories this morera has
oh - the spun stories of mulberries
and silkworms
what is left is always enough to make a story...