Soft is the glow, the first golden light of October, green hues sprout from the vitis in the private vineyard below the enclosed cul-de-sac. The delicately bunched amethyst flowers arranged like arms reaching upwards float back and forth in the breeze sweeping up from the valley, their brilliance back lit by the glowing western sky. Bees race from bunch to bunch pervading the air with a reverberating hum amassing nectar for spring’s batch. I’ve lived here for years and the sight of this enclosed space filled with a violet hue from the seasonal echium never ceases to instill a sense of calm. An unofficial garden of Mediterranean flora at the end of an unassuming street, not often seen but a beautiful place to be.