Wheezey
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- Location
- Lanjaron, Granada, Spain.
You would think, were you walking through a carpet of YOUR chestnuts, with tree after tree dropping the spiky fruit gaping to reveal the shiny plump contents, that you were onto something of a winner.
Likewise with walnuts thick underfoot, fiscal fantasies of 4 euros a kilo might easily swim into the imagination.
Apples and quince bending branches almost beyond their SWL capacity can represent potential profit, and the avocados are really looking promising. 5-6 euros a kilo in the shops, I've got six trees.
So far I've made 10 euros.
When I have walnuts - everybody has walnuts.
When I have chestnuts, I can't give them away.
Anyone want a few sack-fulls of Kiwi fruit ?
Come and get them.
The only thing to do is to pick and travel to wherever there are none.
Or to come to a different understanding.
Most of the produce has come from the ground, and should return.
I will compost what I can't use or give away, and much will just rot gently into the hard Andalusian ground.
I have to get accustomed to a new floral economy, which expresses itself in gluts.
This month, it's marijuana. Someone must have cut their crop today, 'cos the smell drifting up the canyon was delirious.
I have yet to experience the effect of the annual marijuana glut on this lovely sleepy passionate Spanish town - but I will try to keep a clear head.
At least until lunchtime.
Likewise with walnuts thick underfoot, fiscal fantasies of 4 euros a kilo might easily swim into the imagination.
Apples and quince bending branches almost beyond their SWL capacity can represent potential profit, and the avocados are really looking promising. 5-6 euros a kilo in the shops, I've got six trees.
So far I've made 10 euros.
When I have walnuts - everybody has walnuts.
When I have chestnuts, I can't give them away.
Anyone want a few sack-fulls of Kiwi fruit ?
Come and get them.
The only thing to do is to pick and travel to wherever there are none.
Or to come to a different understanding.
Most of the produce has come from the ground, and should return.
I will compost what I can't use or give away, and much will just rot gently into the hard Andalusian ground.
I have to get accustomed to a new floral economy, which expresses itself in gluts.
This month, it's marijuana. Someone must have cut their crop today, 'cos the smell drifting up the canyon was delirious.
I have yet to experience the effect of the annual marijuana glut on this lovely sleepy passionate Spanish town - but I will try to keep a clear head.
At least until lunchtime.
