Figs on the Boundary

Saturday 7 January 2012

It really has gone cold.  Look: snow on Walton’s Mountain – very close to home (west of us, shot taken from the generator box).  We are mostly peeing outdoors, Dave on the compost and me in a hideaway in the bushes, this saves the loo from getting overwhelmed with liquid content that we don’t have the electricity (yet) to evaporate off.  It is now very chilly for exposing one’s delicate areas to the elements.

Dave’s Christmas present finally arrived from the UK on Friday, it’s a small RC helicopter, great fun, but the slightest breath of wind takes it for miles.  The first time he tried it out it crash landed high up in a cypress, and had to be retrieved with a chair and  several poles strapped together.  Here he is returning from another rescue mission.

After playtime, Dave got on with planting the fig trees.  We thought they would be good on our exposed North boundary: as you can see, there is only a wire fence between us and the neighbours, and that land is for sale.  We thought figs, which are treated almost as weeds here, would be fast growing, fruit producing, potential coppicing trees, and so Dave dug them in.  In Greek, figs are sika; one fig is a siko – so the photo below shows Dave burying a siko with a spade.

Full moon rising.  Glorious evening skies this time of year.