This is a blog about the turmoils, delights and adventures when traveling or living around the world.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Watering my garden
(I am reading back yesterday's post and it sounds way too scientific and rigid for the blog I wanted to write. I will try to change my voice and be less of a surveyor and more of the storyteller I promised to be. You all know I am a scientist by training, and I tend to write in boring, brown words. I report, I don’t recount. It’s time to change this style now.)
So let me tell you about my first wave of awareness that water is indeed a scarce, constantly evaporating resource in Australia, the driest inhabited continent on Earth. Talking about the water crisis here is like speaking of the peace crisis to a Palestinian. Plenty of disputes, sharp turns in approaches to the crisis (political, too!), and no viable solution in sight yet... After a fifteen-year long draught, rain started to pour in during the winter of 2009, which coincided with the time when we moved to Melbourne from another baking-oven dry area, Los Angeles. We felt tricked by the weather, but at least we didn't have to water the garden with a hose, walking from the rose bush to the magnolia, the fuchsia and so on, like my father still does in rural Romania. Because all we had in the garden was a hose, no modern watering system. But by the time summer came, which is in early December Down Under, my plants and trees got thirsty and droopy. So I did what my father does when he comes home in the late afternoon from work: I watered the garden until small streams of surplus water rushed into the sidewalk and street. A few weeks and a satisfying garden revival later, my neighbour asked me if I heard of the water restriction rules. My face turned green, same shade as the perked up rose leaves, and I learnt that I was supposed to water only between 6 and 8AM or 8 and 10PM on alternate days (odd numbered days, as I live at an odd street number). All that winter's rain had already drained off, and I could only help my garden with a trickle from an obsolete hose...
Today's picture is that of a flower from an Australian native eucalyptus tree, which drinks droplets of water in comparison with the non-native trees.
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I think it means that we cannot (or should not?) fight nature :)
ReplyDeleteYes, nature always wins if we try to battle it but is also cooperative if we show respect. I can think of some of the land used in agriculture, which people “borrowed” to produce food.
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