Chillies

Small things sometimes pull on your heart strings.  My husband grows hundreds of chillies every year.  More than we can ever eat.  More than he can share.  He sews them together with thread just like the ones you can see in the picture.  They dry out and are good for cooking. This evening, as I walked back down the hill to where I am staying in the beautiful mountain town of Tejeda in Gran Canaria, I saw this little abandoned cottage.  There's the little table and chairs, with the seat cushions rotting away, and the strung chillies still hanging on the wall, that will never be used now. But someone, some time ago, sat and strung them patiently.