It seems that if there is more to say, I somehow find myself less motivated to write. Or, summer is just not made for screens. These previous months have been super busy, and I guess I could say very productive. Since spring, the house has been full all the time, either with vagabond couchsurfers on their way to god-knows-where, curious old friends or diligent volunteers. At some point it felt as if I live on a bus station. My house became a transit point, but also a place where everybody would willingly leave behind a valuable piece of themselves.
In the end, the experimental garden became a huge surprise. Against all odds, I did not find a type of veggies that did not do good here. We have brought A LOT of aged goat manure from the shepherd’s stable, and that was a jackpot. I have only messed up with onions, as I did not protect them from worms on time. The spinach is harvested, as well as potatoes (new batch on the way). And Swiss chard, parsley, beetroots, carrots, and cucumbers are all doing very well. The other day, I had the first two tomatoes and a few peepers, and there are many more on the way. In the end, the back wall of the house proved to be a very good protection from powerful Bura, and now it all comes down to just one thing – water.
Off the agrarian agenda, it seems that in this crazy Crusoe life of mine, I have found my soulmate. Or, he found me. As my good friend Melina said, ‘love delivered to a doorstep’ type of story. Literally. Two is definitely better than one, and what is important is that we share the same vision not to be forced to go back to the zombie city style of life. In order to do that, at the moment we are financially trying to secure our winter by renting my neighbor’s apartment, and taking care of the guests.
Seek first the kingdom of heaven and all the rest will fall in line. It brought me (actually both of us) here in the first place, so it became a kind of a compass.