I was sitting in the garden as usual this morning, enjoying a bit of early morning sun with the cat, when a familiar sound reminded me what day it was. The aceqia, the water course which brings water down the mountain to feed all the properties, began to run. It´s known as the Zauzal, by the few who know about these things, and on Mondays I´m allowed to divert it through a complicated series of water channels which feed my terraces. Since we have had little rain so far this year, I´m aware that the oranges, lemons and avocados could do with a drink, while most of the other trees are having a rest.
Blocking the usual channel with a plank, and caulking it with sphagnum moss, I opened my sluice gate and spent a pleasant half hour following the water as it progressed through the terraces, raking out the leaves and chestnut husks wherever they dammed the flow. Where the channel passes a tree, there is an offshoot to a circular depression around the trunk which fills with water. When water is scarce, it is a real art to see that all the trees get their share.
I was only able to water the upper garden, above the path which divides it, if I want to use the different aceqia for the lower garden I have to do so early, between 8 and 9am, as I´m first in the line. With the Zauzal I´m last in line so I can use it whenever it runs.
There are two flowers on the lily patch in the lower garden already, they’ll soon be worth a photo. I created a new temporary channel across the footpath and sent them some of the upper garden´s water. There must have been a couple of hundred walkers along the path yesterday, fortunately today all was quiet.
There is a dividing line between my garden and the rest of Spain, but nobody really knows exactly where it is ...
In a place of heat and dust, it is a fine sight to watch the water circulate and maintain the life of the garden, while eating one of your own oranges and smoking something you’ve grown.