Agaves in Llançà flourish in springtime and can be seen all along the coast (NE Spain, also called the Costa Brava)
What a nice view of springtime is this, of the first agaves in blossom!
It just takes me ten minutes, to walk from the main beach in Llançà, to the first rocks where the agaves appear, northbound, heading for Colera, the neighbouring town.
My preferred spot is just as I pass the first ‘bunker’ and I stop to marvel at the height of the flowers, with those tall stems, standing upright against the tramuntana winds (which blow still hard in spring) and showing all their strength and arrogance rooted in nothing but cliffs…
They remind me of a Shakespearean sonnet about beauty and the passing of time (one of my favourite, by the way)
“Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o’ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?”
Many months after their first bloom, and even further in time, those flowers dry out, but they still stand very upright and haughty. That’s what I love about them…’but time decays’, yes, but they battled long enough against ‘the wrathful siege’ of the battering tramuntana!