The sun is burning, the air is as hot as an oven – that’s how our August days were.
Watering at 6 a.m., doing the most necessary work in the garden before the heat stifles every activity again. We live like the Africans: indoors during the day – outside at night and early in the morning!
Paralyzing!
There was only a sad change in the middle of the month. Sudden heavy rain, which only touched the edge of our area, brought flooding and storm damage to the region. We were lucky. The last old plum tree, which was full of fruit, fell over. The plums were already ripe enough to make a large pot of jam. A few branches on the tree stump are still bearing fruit. We are waiting to harvest so that they are sweet enough for Powidl.
Of course, all the water tanks are long empty. The storm only filled them up to a quarter because the water had overflowed the gutters. At least the soil was saturated enough that we didn’t have to water for a week.
