Croatian summer story, end of summer

 Croatian summer story, end of summer-1
Summer is coming to an end. I’m however not trying to think about it because it turns me melancholic. I’m summer’s child and there is something special to me about this season, about the long days, warm nights. Something that reminds me of the sea, family and happy childhood. I could not imagine a summer without going back home so every year I keep my precious days of vacation for going to the Adriatic coast in July.

But all things come to an end, so did this summer, leaving me with precious memories, some of which I will share with you today. Let this be a summer farewell post.

This summer had been dry but olives have persisted. I brought to Paris a bottle of last year’s home-made olive oil, thick and green, just as it’s supposed to be. Late summer is also time to pick pomegranate fruit. There are a couple of pomegranate trees in our uncle’s garden just across the street. They’re usually not ripe enough in the beginning of August. Years ago, in September, already back in the capital, we used to wait for a package from the island with one or two ripe pomegranate fruits lying in the bottom of the opened box.

Croatian summer story, end of summer-2




Croatian summer story, end of summer-9Sometimes a “package” like this one still awaits us on our table in the morning.
 Croatian summer story, end of summer-3

























Before leaving the coastal region, a wise thing to do is to take some of the herbs and spices typical for the region and the climate. Our fence is made part of rosemary, part of laurel leaves – which is in some places mistakenly called javor instead of lovor (Croatian for maple and laurel). These small bushes of rosemary reward us with delicate little lilac flowers in August.

Croatian summer story, end of summer-4


























Croatian summer story, end of summer-5


























Croatian summer story, end of summer-6


























An old gnarled almond tree in the yard is a favourite of mine. Its big trunk rises high, holding a wide crown ending with the tiniest twigs. The leaves are falling down even during the calmest summer days, rustling as we step on them. Almonds are also harvested during late summer. You have to hit the branches with long bamboo sticks so that the nuts fall from the tree. The fruit is then left to dry for a couple of day in the sun, before the outer shell is cleaned and the almonds stored for winter months.

In the end, September isn’t that bad after all. There is as much beauty as there is melancholy in this season and we are to use it for the best. It’s time to end our Croatian story and go back to Paris, in both food and photography.
Farewell to the summer, or how the French would say, à l’année prochainCroatian summer story, end of summer-13e!

Croatian summer story, end of summer-10Croatian summer story, end of summer-11Croatian summer story, end of summer-12

5 thoughts on “Croatian summer story, end of summer

  1. Ja nisam na moru ali do mora ima samo 1h voznje tako da cesto idemo i obozavam ljeto i sunce a u ovo doba godine me uhvati tuga jer dani polako postaju sve kraci a noci hladnije i dolazi vrijeme da se pozdravimo sa morem za ovu godinu

  2. Na moru provedem skoro celo leto,ali ništa mi nije tako dragoceno kao septembarski topli dani koje ponekad ukradem od našeg kontinentalno-školsko-radnog rasporeda. Tvoja priča i ove boje me baš tamo vode…

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *