What Happened to the Golden Oriole?

What happened to the golden oriole? It came in the spring, filled the valley with song, then disappeared. I heard it in the village but not a sighting nor sounding have I heard here, since. A mystery. There are plenty of figs...

There are also quite a lot of grapes, considering the plants are young, less than three years old. The Cabernet sauvignan growing by the studio is looking lush. It enjoys the irrigation system and the shelter.

The guava bush is falling over, laden with fruit. I will have to figure out how to prune it. I think I can treat it like a hedge. The other fruit tree which has red fruit that look like guavas and I've forgotten it's name, is also laden with yummy fruit. I just picked a lot to ease the young branches.

Today I managed to stay at home and do very little. I sat in the morning sun and did some spinning, then I wandered through the garden with the secateurs

looking for olive branches which I sat on the doorstep and peeled. Very relaxing.

And this is what I will be working on tomorrow. It is already lovely. I will wax it with home made wax polish (beeswax, linseed oil, turps) til it shines enough to slip when wearing woolly socks!

Muddy Stuff and a Whiff of the Sea

It feels like an age since I last wrote here. This is the time of change. R has gone to UK to work and I have long quiet times, but I have also been manically busy working on the renovation job in the village. My latest excitement is mud floor making.

Look at those earthen plaster walls

Almost edible

I did the first bit by myself and the next day when my young assistant came I thought why not let him have a go? He was a natural! I am so pleased with his skill (which he didn't know he had) that I have decided to do the hall and the kitchen/living area too! Now it is drying and then I will oil it and do other stuff to it to make it look even better.

The garden is quietly slipping into autumn mode. No more tomatoes, but the occasional courgette. The figs ripen and fall, with drunken wasps hanging to their sticky skins.

I am off to Bristol for a week, and then it will be nearly time for the cob workshop. That is exciting.

Sometimes you have to eat sardines by the sea just to remember what a lovely life it is!

Sweat, Oh, Sweet September

Just when you think it will get better, it gets worse. Now the sun shines in at a slant and singes everything and shows up the dust and cobwebs of wherever one can find to lurk and wait for the heat to pass. Record-breaking temperatures, nearly everyday gets up to 40. Sh, but sometimes the evenings are cool and even a tiny bit of dew... There is hope.

August... It is a kind of Hell

Every tiny thing is hot. Every tiny action costs a lot
Is this global warming or just summer.
It is very hard to keep cool in a tin-roofed shack!
So I won't write much, just to say that some tomatoes and aubergines are surviving the heat. I am not completely convinced by the drip irrigation but probably need more muck and more spacing between plants. The fruit trees LOVE it and are growing. Phew! Something works

I am so glad the cob workshop has been postponed to October. Far too hot.

Red wine with a slice of lemon and a few ice cubes...

Some parties by the dam.

See them grow without water.

My first attempt at tadelakt (Moroccan plaster)
 

 What else can one do?

Very Hot News From Alentejo

The cob workshop I was going to be leading was cancelled due to heat. And it has been hot. The temperature has reached 40 most days. Inside our tin-roofed shack it has been mildly unpleasant in the afternoons, when the bricks just give up keeping us cool. Luckily there is the neighbours' pool and Rob likes to use his tank. It does make a difference when you can cool your body down to below the outside temperature!

I have been working in the new house in the village. It is indoor work. Plastering the walls of the bathroom with cob. I had the pleasure of Michelli for company and help some of the time. How nice it is to have the mixes ready to throw at those walls.

I am also going to do the basic electrics. The boxes and the tubes for the cables can be embedded in cob.

I think I will build a low wall for the shower area. I am also considering doing tadelakt (Moroccan waewrproof plaster) around the shower, but there is very little info out there about how, so I am going to experiment.

Sometimes, when it's too hot to do anything, I just go and sit in this house and think. It is a very good idea to spend time on a project doing nothing. Ideas come.

It's not all work. In the summer it makes sense to go down to the water. On Friday we all met up for a birthday party by the barragem de Campilhas. The water is warm and yet refreshing. The cork trees give precious shade. Bliss.

To A Wedding in the Western Isles

I have been away, visiting Scotland. I had the pleasure of my oldest grand daughter for company. How lovely it is to travel with an eight-year-old. We drove to Lisbon in the early morning, got the plane to Edinburgh and then caught a train to Inverness. We spent the time on the train looking for rabbits (lots), sheep (quite a lot) and deer (some). There was even some patches of snow on the mountains. Arrived at my family's home around 9pm.

It is so green in Scotland, and the sheep are so white due to the constant washing from the rain! Not the dusty clay-red beasties we have in Alentejo.

We travelled over to the west coast for an Island wedding. Kilts and Scottish dancing, bagpipes and fiddles. Isabella was danced by her glorious big cousins. There was no darkness. We went home after midnight in the pale night light.

Now we are back in hot, sunny, dry Alentejo. I love Scotland, but this is my home.

And she's at it again!

I've been asked to help build a little writer's retreat for friends. I love mud and the chance to work with it. They are organizing a ten day workshop and I will be showing how to cob.

But first we had to get the site leveled and earth piled up and the trenches dug.

I was allowed to have a go! It's not that easy for people who get their left and right mixed up. Those two wee knobs do a lot of different movements.

The trench that the digger dug is rather rough and not in the right place, so some of it will have to be dug by hand anyway.

It's a very pretty site.

Meanwhile, on the hill at home it has got very hot, suddenly. 33 degrees. I have done a bit more mud plaster in the loo, but the wren (what an exquisite little bird it is) gets rather anxious if I stay in there too long.

The artichoke is even bigger, but the flowers are disappointingly small. Not worth picking to eat. Perhaps they need poorer soil.

The strawberries are loving the drip irrigation. Every morning I pick a handful. I've made some sorbet ice lollies using strawberries, lemon juice and honey. Yum. For the grandchildren... if they come soon.

The fields are being cut and hay made. I love the sounds and smells of haymaking.