At first light we carry one of our old garden tables to where the chicory flowers are welcoming the day.

Maggie lays a white table cloth, before wandering mindfully up the land to the Mother's Garden spring to fill her glass bowl with the cool water that ceaselessly pours from a clay pipe at the rate of six litres a minute. She then gathers and lays the flowers on the water.

Three times this year she has made flower essence for a friend in England, and it has been so uplifting and peaceful to witness. Maybe we will do more, for there are flowers here, olive for example, that are to be found in far greater numbers than in northern climes.

See the magical website www.creaturecomforters.co.uk.