When
I started the green house, I knew nothing (I’m only marginally better off now).
What I also didn’t know was how deeply engrossed I’d get to be in the venture. And
how, each sense of mine would be unexpectedly jolted (mostly pleasantly).
So
the approach to the green house is preceded by the faithful hum of the three
aeration pumps, quietly raising breath-giving bubbles inside the three raft
systems.
Just
as you enter inside, a riotous mêlée of aromas assails. Tomatoes exude a strong primal
smell of pollination and new life.
As accompaniment then is the singular smell of oregano,
as long as you are willing to go and gently rub the herb between your fingers.
On the issue of touching and feeling then, you as if
involuntarily get drawn to the lush leaves of the spinach/ swiss chard. It’s
difficult not to feel the texture, thickness, the very life of these greens. And
in the same flow an impulsive plucking of a leaf now and then, just for the
sake of crunch and juice in your mouth.
This incidentally is what I collected for the weekend.
Or Basil Burnt Crimson because of …
I put them in about 5 litres of water and allowed it to
boil. On cooling, I strained the liquid. This is what remained of the leaves.
This is what I collected.
I’ve sprayed the same regularly for the last three
days. It looks like working, though very gradually. Would need to check for
another few days, else I’d look for something else. More on that later.










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