Summer in the Iberian Peninsula is hot and the soil is dry.
Lying in a field of dry grasses scattered with wild fragrant flowers is where I was at my happiest as a child. I could feel the warmth of the earth beneath me and breathe in that heat mixed with the dryness of the grasses.
Every now and then, a hint of sweetness from the wild flowers would greet me; not at all overpowering but soft and warm.
Rose Geranium, Wild Roses, Jasmine and wax of Wild Violets.