The beach? The mountains? A spa? Nope, not us. Having recovered all that stone - let´s build a retaining wall. Nothing like it to make you appreciate actual masons.
Current plans are to backfill wth rotting wood from the woodpile, compost, soil, cardboard and eventually create raised beds. Thinking about posts for some espaliered dwarf fruit trees. Eventally, there wll be a gate between the barn and the wall.
And next up.
Friday, August 28, 2015
Sunday, August 23, 2015
Pueblos all over Spain have local fiestas in August, and Melide is no exception. There is an entire week of bands, orchestras, concerts, games and gatherings. So, we resolved to go out one evening to see what was going on.
We started in the wine district, which had some very appealing terrazas, one covered in a robust kiwi.
Then we went to a new restaurant, admiring the decorations on the way.
We had a grelo and shrimp scramble to start, then raxo and salad. It was both tasty and reasonably priced.
By the time we finished, the first orchestra was winding down on the smaller stage. We wanted to see the main act Panorama, which is famous throughout Galicia, but after 20 minutes of merengue and cumbia we called it good and moved on.
We walked back to the car through the games and rides. Shooting galleries were popular, but expensive at 3 euros a shot. V wanted to try the bumper cars, but didn´t want to wait in the line.
And then I saw this, which will give me nightmares until next year. Has Stephen King written a Spongebob novel yet? Some kid disappears forever into the gaping maw of an inflatable cartoon character etc., etc. Clearly I´m too old for fiestas.
Saturday, August 15, 2015
No, I´m not talking about the Perseids meteor shower. Rain!
I swear I could hear the landscape sigh with relief.
Everything is bejewelled and bedazzled.
Earlier, I made a stab at elderflower cordial, using Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall´s recipe. Something about elderflower cordial or champagne or whathaveyou sounds so utterly civilized. Lifted straight from a Jane Austen novel. So the brew looked good and smelled fresh and floral. Initial taste was good, if a bit too sweet, with a zingy lemon beginning, but finished wth a definite musky aftertaste not unreminiscent of used sweat socks. My Darcy of a drink turned out to be a Wickham. We´ll see if the fruit fares better.
Colors and textures seem more dramatic. But focus softer and more romantic. Even the puddles are inviting. Lovely.
Friday, August 7, 2015
Spent a morning digging around where the buried well was supposed to be, and, miracle of miracles, found it. Now I suppose we have to find someone to see 1) is there water 2) is it any good and 3) how deep it is.
This has taken on a new urgency given the ongoing drought. Still no appreciable rain. Prospects are dire for the corn, wheat and potato crops this year. So it´s just as well that I haven´t made any progress to date on the veg patch.
The weedy mound of infill removed, the pasture is in a lamentable state. Frankly, I despair. And the sward was once so beautiful.
There is a new, unidentified weed. Not many, so I refrained from cutting.
Now that we´re nearing the local fiestas and V has some time off we hope we have some time to enjoy them.
Saturday, July 25, 2015
A Coruña has an annual medieval market called the Feira de las Maravillas and since I had to pick V up at the airport, I stopped by.
There were a lot of people, including everyone who decided to walk their dogs or get out the baby strollers at 7 on a Friday evening and mingle.
Yes, they chose to put the garbage cans here.
When you have an old part of town like Coruña, basically all you have to do is string up the banners and put up the kiosks. There was a lot of jewelry, soaps and decorative items of questionable ¨artisanal¨ quality. But also some craft displays, wandering gaiteros, and lots and lots of yummy food and drink, as you would expect from Gallegos.
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Friday, July 10, 2015
Just back from southern California, visting Mom. She´s having problems wth hip and leg pain from disk pressure on spinal nerves. Otherwise in splendid health. Even so, every time I see her, I think it might be the last.
Got to eat ethnic food, read books, drink martinis, watch TV in English (not much to recommend there, although BBC´s Poldark looked good). I did manage to weed, plant and mulch two beds just outside her door so they should be maintenance free for the foreseeable future. We did some knitting and had long chats. Had a family reunion with my brothers. It´s been 15 years since we´ve been together. That was interesting.
So strange to go from one part of the world to another in less than 24 hours. Getting over the jetlag now.
Good to be home.