A playground in an olive grove

The property had an enchanted little hideout – a playground nestled in an olive grove.

Everything was the perfect, miniature size, including the olive trees, which you had to stoop to walk under.

We spent early evenings there, the rhythmic cacophony of the locusts absolutely deafening at times.

The only break in that sound was when they'd whizz by my head, buzzing my hair.

But the kids didn't seem to notice, they loved everything about it. With the sun just beginning its descent,

the air became its most fragrant, the filtered sunlight its most golden, and it was just magical.