Sunday, October 23, 2005

Autumn In The Southern Med

We're down to midday temperatures of 83 degrees (28 N), perfect weather and everything is blooming.

The local farmers have taken in one harvest, re-plowed, and are setting their winter crops - which include tomato plants!

After weeks of no running, it's as usual a bit a painful getting back. Still, the 75% humidity gives one a free sauna.

My drip irrigation has turned the courtyard into an Amazon rain forest. No lizards through - either Gandalfette's teenage delinquent cat ate them all when she recently came to visit, or they've hibernated or emigrated.

What we thought was a lemon tree turns out to be an orange, and they're turning yellow - with luck, we'll get about $1 worth of fruit. Plus we have a crop of Pomegranates and looking for recipes pulls up these interesting tidbits:

The pomegranate, a Persian native, is one of the oldest fruits known to man.

The first pomegranate planted in Britain was by none other than King Henry VIII.

The pomegranate reached American shores by way of the Spanish conquistadors.

The French named their hand-tossed explosive a grenade after the seed-scattering properties of the pomegranate fruit.

Mohammed believed pomegranates purged the spirits of envy and hatred from the body and urged all his followers to eat goodly amounts.

So we just need to lace the Tehran water supply with pomegranate juice.