Photo credit: Rick Waalders
The water situation in the Cape is pretty dire at the moment, to say the least. Not only have we not had enough rain in the last two winters, but we’ve had some pretty hectic mountain fires in the last week or so, which of course use up a lot of water to kill.
And then, worse than that, are the people who think the water restrictions don’t apply to them. I cannot stress enough how much people need to let go of some comforts at this time. It is quite possible for anyone to do, but requires a small shift in thought and habits. Here are some things I have been doing for some time, and some I have started doing in the last month. They are not difficult and the discomfort level is marginal at first. After a while, you realise that you are one lucky cookie having water so readily accessible, unlike most people in the same municipal district you live in.
Speaking of discomfort levels. They will be exponentially worse once the water does run out.
I haven’t written about my garden in ages. Partly because I’ve been working in it whenever I’ve had the opportunity (lots, if you make the effort!), partly because I’ve been studying after hours and then partly because I’ve been enjoying the few moments I’ve had free having a social life. As one does. However, I reckon it’s about time I just sped you all up on what’s going on.
Since we last cast an eye soilwards, summer has seemingly arrived early here in the Winelands, prematurely booting spring off her floral throne. It’s been hot and dry already and that’s only supposed to kick in in a month or so. Roughly six months ago, I had only one raised bed made and installed and nary a vegetable in sight.
Credit: Lizel Stephan
It may seem like a strange topic for a post, but bear with me. There is something so magical to me about this plant species, that I have to tell you about it. Perhaps you will agree with me towards the end of this post! Clivias are also indigenous to southern Africa, so you can even plant them with a free conscience in South Africa. They are, however, cultivated worldwide.
I bought a couple of these at a nursery some years ago, and due to my ignorance about this plant and perhaps too much enthusiasm, I stuck these two in a pot in a corner on my patio. The problem is, that although I put them in dappled sunlight, which they prefer, I also placed the pot in the path of the howling wind. Clivias don’t necessarily thrive in the wind. They’re a bit like people from Gauteng about the wind. The leaves now resemble those of a Welwitschia, ripped to shreds. But they’re hanging in there and still alive. I’d move the pot, but it’s half a wine barrel full of soil, so may have to wait until Tarzan comes to visit.