Beside the farmhouse's eastern terrace grows a huge shrub that on one trip was covered with these strange looking flowers. I had no idea what it was - assumed it was just an unknown "French" plant. I have since realized that we obviously arrived early enough to see the very end of bloom time for this Pomegranate bush. What I thought was a flower are the thick sepals, the petals having fallen off into the leaf litter below the terrace. The fruits were already growing, but as you see, rather misshapen compared to pomegranates that come to mind, which are smoother. Regardless, I think this is a pomegranate of some variety.
The Wild Campanula stalk rose from a crown of fuzzy leaves growing in the rocky soil under the olive trees. In all the years we've been there, the "yard" has never been neatly manicured, so beautiful surprises can (and do) pop up anywhere.