Slept under the stars last night

Went to our orchard yesterday and came back today.  It was hot and dusty  by the time we reached there and all I wanted to do was just go to sleep on a boulder by the river.

Instead I cleared up and made lunch. (chickpeas salad with pumpkin seed dressing.) Derek cleared up the dishes after lunch and then we just sat there in our kitchen in complete bliss taking in the ambience of the place. Our kitchen has a glass only front and the sides are brick walls waist height and above only glass so you get an almost panoramic view of the surrounding mountains.

We were also wondering how we are going to water the land as much of the water channels got broken by the torrential rains we had this winter.. summer is hot on our heels and we need to action a watering plan soon..

We are still not sure but I think I would like to get some woofers in.

Anyway I finally chilled on one of the boulders by the river early evening while watching a few fluttery clouds sail by and then decided to walk back to my house there and get things ready for the night.. candle, torch, mattresses (thin sunlounger types), quilts etc…

Mohan returned from seeing his friends from some neighbouring farms and we decided to share our adventures from the day after he had polished off some supper.

He and his friends had walked about 5 kilometres to a favourite cherry tree. Having munched some cherries they headed back.  He was trying to keep up with the other two friends when he slipped and nearly fell down a  60 metre drop. He was holding on to some bushes and there were brambles that saved him from falling further down. Anyway his friends pulled him up and apart from a few scratches he is fine.

By the time we went to bed on our balcony it was 21:30 and still light. Yet within minutes it went dark and as we counted stars, Mohan fell asleep. I was trying to keep my eyes open to see shooting stars but saw none as I too succumbed to slumber as the cool breeze tempered the heat still coming off the tiles we were lying on… 🙂

Last night I had the best sleep I have had for months.. I recommend sleeping under the stars to everyone!

This morning we had a lot of fruit to pick, so we did that very early and then headed back to our home here by the coast.  My home here is a small apartment  without a garden. However the lack of garden and space  is made up by the expanse of beautiful azure blue Mediterranean sea that greets my eyes and uplifts my spirit in its own magical way.

I wish that everything is going well for all you that visit this blog.

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Just got back from my land and I feel wilted!

I wish I could show you the breathtaking views, of the mountains that I drive through to get to my land.  The beauty just makes you glad to be alive…  Its like being up in the clouds and then as you drive down into the valley via the steep, narrow, mud track with sharp corners and a few potholes, you see the river “snaking” its way through the landscape. This landscape is like a tapestry untouched by time when you see the sheep herders, or men with donkeys carting some glorious offering from nature..

Once I get out of the car the tranquility usually hits me like a punch. It seems to knock out the “nervous, agitated vibe” and replaces it with a stillness. Everything slows down and you just end up staring all around you in wonder…

I love the silence there.. just birds, the sound of the river and the breeze.

After taking it all in, I usually go and pay “homage” to the natural pool and just sit on the rocks watching the water fall over several levels of height of well-rounded weather-beaten rocks which give something of a zen garden impression…

Then slowly I build myself up to start working!

It was soo hot there today I feel wilted. I need to shower before I go to bed as I am covered in pollen, dust and  sweat but feel  too exhausted to move. The day was spent picking oranges, pecan nuts, avocados and then we cleared up a path to the other side of my land. There were 3 of us working clearing up grass, fennel plants and other weeds that were just so thick that you could not move forward… But I was determined today to do the job as I wanted to get to my old Nispero (lugaadh) tree.. Greedy guts wanted to taste its fruit before the birds finish this year´s crop 🙂

I am glad to tell you I was not disappointed. We finally stood underneath the tree having razed down brambles, a bamboo like tall grass etc over a distance of  approx 200 metres covered in bits of bush, weeds, dust  enjoying its shade and sweeeeeeeeeet  juicy fruit. Yes I over ate and bought loads back too. Half of it has already gone to a friend´s home and I guess we will enjoy the rest of the Nisperos tomorrow. 🙂

I have another 2 articles I want to share regarding 1984… They too help to form a more complete picture regarding this event which is and has been close to my heart.. But like many, I am ashamed to say that I  have done nothing to help these people or the memory of my grandfather who was one such Punjabi Sikh farmer who toiled in the heat and cold of Punjab year after year and who was rewarded for helping to form the granary of India by being treated very unjustly! Just like the thousands of other Sikh farmers as described in the video clips…


“Another Monday”

Another monday..weeks are flying by and in no time I will be “chilling” on my land for 3 months!!! School summer holidays in Spain are 3 months long and I love them. I love the peace of not having to run depending on the clock …

We went to our land again this weekend and managed to cross the river unlike last week! The weeks we have managed to cross the river this wet winter, it has been a case of roll up the trouser legs or take them off and slowly wade across facing the current. Crossing the river this winter has been like an initiation ceremony… a cleansing by water before we get to the “promised land.”

(It actually reminded me of the water you walk through before you enter the Golden temple in Amritsar Punjab. I went there twice as a child and it was an incredible experience.. I look forward to the day I can go again…)

Anyway.. I guess you can imagine  it was extra special this weekend to pick our oranges and munch them… from orange trees that we have lovingly cared for .. Making sure a 8 acre plot of land is well hydrated is not always an easy task. We  have done some fun but also hard labour to ensure those trees are taken care of.. so yes the fruit tastes good in more ways than one. 🙂

I did not manage to go to the jungle end of my land as it is sooo overgrown with cana (pronounced as caania), and blackberry bushes. This part of our land is like the garden of Eden. We have a ancient pine tree growing there along with walnut trees, pecan nut trees, avocados, oranges, Sharon fruit, plums, lemon trees and grape vines galore. However my favourite there is the fruit from the old nispero tree.

For those of you who don’t know what a nispero is it is an orange coloured soft sweet fruit the size of a plum but oval. It has approx 2 seeds that look  a bit like the stone called “tigers eye”… in India we call it lagaath.. Sorry but I can’t recall the English name for this fruit..

Tastewise… for me it has some of the refreshing nature of an orange, texture of an apricot, feel of an apricot… and smell…trying to remember… the blossom smells devine…heavenly.. the fruit itself does not have a particular strong aroma.. it is delicate and unique….Anyway they should be ripe so next weekend providing we can cross the river (It has started raining again!) I may get some nisperos.

Derek picked loads of oranges and avocados  to bring back to our home on the coast. I had two oranges today for breakfast and they were lovely BUT that magic was not as profound as when you pick it off the tree and eat it straight away…

Hope you are all well.. will share some more soon.

xx


Waterfall leading to natural pool

The other river that borders our orchard. I call them both Ganga and Jamuna!Another river (Ganges) that borders our orchard. I call them both Ganga and Jamuna.. 2 sacred rivers…


One of the rivers that border our orchard


Some of our almond harvest. Me and Mohan had much to learn regarding how to harvest almonds.  It was tough work but thoroughly enjoyable too as we munched our way through some delicious fresh almonds. It took  nearly two weeks to harvest all the almonds!

They needed drying too so we would pick some and then leave them to dry in the sun as above. Their outer peel had to be removed first too.


Amazing sultanas in the making

These grapes were lovingly hand picked from our orchard and hung to dry in our kitchen. They are moscatel grapes and full of super goodness as the roots of these long established  grapevines go down at least 6 feet! Thus they have an abundance of nutrients to filter into this fruit of the gods…