Terve taas!/Olá de novo!/Hello again! dear fellow voyagerists!
I wish all of you are feeling well and exuberant! Or at least well enough to suffer through a new update with your favorite crawfish. 
We made again a day trip, this time to a small town called Pias, towards south from Lisbon.
Henna and auntie Maria had to meet some people in the town, and meanwhile we had free hands (or paws, hooves or whatever) to amuse ourselves in the house of auntie Maria´s parents. 
It is an old house and whitewashed, like all houses here, and standing wall to wall with the neighbouring houses, like is the custom here. The houses form long, white rows on both sides of the roads. It can be a bit claustrophobic experience to walk in between, without escape right nor left. 
Anyway, we stayed mainly in the yard, instead of lingering on the roads, because there were so many things to see there!
December or not, many plants were in bloom and some others were heavy with ripe fruit, while some were just otherwise interesting.
Behind me and the wonderful rose you can see part of the yard, an old well and some sheds.
This has originally been a self sufficient farm with enough land and fields to produce livelihood for an extended family with servants, but now there is just the yard with some fruit trees and room for a kitchen garden.
We went to explore everything.
Some of the trees drop their leaves for the winter here too. The dry leaves made delicious, raspy sound under our paws.
The lemons were ripe! Wonderful, plump yellow balls bursting with juice and smelling wonderfully!
There were already many lemons dropped on the ground too.
We were pushing them into piles and carried them into the house and into Henna´s bag to take with us back to Lisbon.
The oranges were also ripe and wonderful!
Did you know that it were Portugueses who brought them to Europe in 15th century? What smart people! 
There were many oranges on the ground too. We started to roll them into piles too, and then I got an idea!
We made and orange man, to feel more like winter, since there wasn´t much hope of snow.
But it didn´t feel quite the same.
We climbed the trees to pull down those oranges which were still hanging on the branches.
"Hoi! Orange coming!"
Some of them were stubborn and demande lots of swinging before they surrendered! What a great excuse! 
Nay. Heaven forbid the day when I need an excuse to have fun!
The olive trees also needed our attention and care, and we gave it to them gladly!
I had soon my basket full of glossy blue-black azeitonas. 
After hard harvest collecting we were just resting under the blooming trees and enjoying the mild afternoon sun, buzzing insects and other blessings.
There was a pile of old roof tiles in one corner of the yard, and in some way or other that gave us an idea to celebrate the approaching christmas time by arranging a living nativity scene.
Here is our impromptu crib!
Well, yeah, I don´t know how christlike that brat of Zoe´s is, but he was the only baby available! Besides, he is quite cute!
When the sun got low, we went inside the house, and amused ourselves by climbing the beautiful old furniture.
We built a fire into the kitchen´s fire place. In olde times this was the only place to make food. Usually a cheramic vessel was put onto the hearth near the fire with the food ingredients.We were just enjoying the warmth and beauty of the fire.
In the morning we had to say goodbye for the old house, and took our load of fruit back to Lisbon.
Goodbye! And see you soon again!
Your Crawfish!
