Hmmm…it’s difficult to know where to start with the garden as there’s so much we want to do with it. And so much that has to be done before even starting. I’ll start by describing what is there now.
The land we have with the house is about 1250 square meters, split into 2 roughly equally sized terraces. There is a big differnce in height between the two terraces and there is a pathway down one side to link the two.
On the upper terrace there is an alberca (water storage) and an outdoor bathroom. I use the term bathroom lightly. It’s a bit of a shack with a shower cubicle and a black hole toilet. I am having nothing to do with lifting the lid on the toilet, I am petrified of what I might find. So Matt has kindly offered to do that one. Phew! We dont know if there’s water connected to the shower but its definitely do uppable!
The land itself has asequia rights (ancient Moorish irrigation system that uses the snow melt from the Sierra Nevada) for water to irrigate the land, but the land hasn’t been watered for about 4 years. This makes us sad, but our neighbours have reassured us that as soon as we start watering, most things will come back! Huzzah! We are really lucky in that we have organic farming neighbours who seem really happy that we’ve come to tend the land, and have offered their help with anything we need; if only our Spanish was good enough to understand them (sigh) but gesticulating seems to be working for now.
When we were over in September we feasted on the fruit from the garden (despite nothing being watered in years). There were pomegranates growing like weeds laden with fruit. There were red and green grapes and loads of ripe figs. We were mega happy and running round like kids in a sweetshop!
As well as these trees and vines we also have 11 olives. They are ancient, and they’re all split at the base having been copiced years ago. We’ve been told this is because way-back-when, olive farmers used to be paid by the number of olive trees they had, and if a tree was copiced they would be paid per new offshoot. We love our old wonky olive trees and cant wait until next November to do our first harvest (and then probably lose them all due to not really understanding brining or storing, but its all a learning curve).
Oh, and we also have the saddest looking citrus tree. Its so sad we can’t tell if its an orange, lime or lemon, and we’re not holding our breath for it to come back to be honest. We can all but hope and give it love.
On the lower terrace there is a row of really healthy looking old cacti. Prickly pears. They bear edible fruit, but their prickles are really prickly so we need to work a way around that one!