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November Roses in my Puglia Garden |
It seems that the long dry summer of 2011 may finally be over with the rains arriving earlier this week, very much needed and much later than usual. The garden is definitely benefiting from the rain, cabbages (those that haven't been decimated by caterpillers that is) and cauli plants seem to have doubled in size overnight, peas and broad beans shooting up and the strawberry plants look a lot happier too. Tons of lettuces too, although lunches the last couple of days have been home-made soups. Celery and Potato and Chicken and Thyme (recipes below).
But still I woke up this morning to blue skies, few light clouds and the sun shining. Great for us as that means we will have solar hot water. Installing solar panels for hot water (and with the excess heating the swimming pool) has turned out to be a great investment. Even through the winter, at least here in Puglia, hot water is readily available most of the time. Although I did notice earlier this month that, even though we were still having sunny days, the solar hot water was, well it was just not hot. OH was persuaded to climb up and clean the panels which he did somewhat reluctantly. Just as well as he discovered that the insulation around the pipe that carries the hot water from the panels to the storage tank had perished. Without the real heat of the summer sun the hot water from the panels was cooling down before it got into the tank. Now repaired we have oodles of free hot water again. Utility prices in Puglia are very very expensive and having solar water makes a huge difference to us.
I've just finished reading
Netherland by Joseph O'Neill. Not my normal reading, probably a book left by a visitor last summer. I'm always grateful when visitors leave books behind, it's a great source of new reading material and often an introduction to authors who I have not read before, as in this case. At first I didn't think I was going to enjoy it but I got drawn into Hans' story and could relate to him and his travels from the Netherlands to UK, New York and constant travel between New York and London whilst navigating a difficult marriage. I've never been interested in cricket but even the lengthy descriptions of cricket matches and the game didn't put me off, and the descriptions of New York life post 9/11 are very evocative.
From my own days of being a workaholic (oh how I have changed!) I could relate to the following :
"There was another silence. I felt, above all, tired. Tiredness: if there was a constant symptom of the disease in our lives at this time, it was tiredness. At work we were unflagging; at home the smallest gesture of liveliness was beyond us. Mornings we awoke into a malign weariness that seemed only to have refreshed itself ovenight. Evenings, after Jake had been put to bed, we quietly ate watercress and translucent noodles that neither of us could find the strength to remove from their cartons; took turns to doze in the bathtub; and failed to stay awake for the duration of a TV show. Rachel was tired and I was tired."
So a complete change of pace but I did enjoy it. Definitely worth a read.
Right I'm off to pick caterpillars off the cabbages now and then to make a batch of ginger biscuits as yesterdays efforts have magically disappeared overnight, a presto!