I know this might upset some of you, especially the tree-huggers, but I am not a big recycler. In fact, I don’t recycle. Terrible, I know. Recycling is not a big thing here in South Africa, but that is no excuse. However, one thing I am all tree-huggy about is water. I have this weird thing about water, I hate wasting water. It makes me all agitated.
One of the best things Marko ever bought for me was a grey water system. I love that thing. Marko hates it. He hates it because he has to clean the filter every weekend, and because I am forever telling him to turn it up, change it, fix it etc. He often catches me staring dreamily out the window and he knows not to ask what I am doing; I am busy staring at the grey water system come on. All that lovely recycled water going back into the garden.
It’s the same when it rains. I love the rain. I can sit for hours looking at the rain,
imagining how happy the plants must be to get some moisture. It’s strange really, because I am not a big
gardener and I am definitely not a tree hugger, but the thought of a thirsty
plant is like a stone in my shoe.
Of course, that puts me in a terrible predicament during summer. We have a winter rainfall pattern here, which means a hot, dry summer. Thirsty plants. But putting the (normal water) irrigation on means wasting litres of water. What to do, what to do. The grey water is not nearly enough to keep my (really not very big) garden alive. What I should do is install a borehole (‘drilled well point’ I think you call it) and then I can use the water that comes from the ground and it will flow back into the ground again. So expensive though. My dad had one put in and it ended up costing him almost $10,000. That’s a lot of money. Or I could just put buckets in the shower and collect water that way.
Yesterday was yet another scorcher and I found the perfect activity for
the kids – playing with their caterpillar sprinkler. They get to play with water, their favourite activity
AND my lawn gets watered at the same time. I am such a clever sausage.
I think I am going to ask for a borehole for Christmas next year. That will make me really happy.
I am going to come back later and tell you about my relaxing day at the beach. Not!