Have a dose of what life is really like living here – from my slaughter the Turkish language, random arguments with random relatives about everything from apples to vaginas and learning the secrets to making the perfect kebab! Highs or lows this is my observations from the melting pot of crazy that is my life in Mersin.
A clap of thunder just tore through my quiet this morning followed by the irregular, staccato beat of a dozen heavy raindrops clattering on my rooftop. Moments later the clouds unleashed an assault of such ferocity that I ran to the balcony to witness what I thought would surely be the end of the world as we know it. Excessive rain. Major thunderstorm.
It’s raining. It’s pouring. It’s still warm though. I sat on my comfy day bed on my beautiful (and 10 weeks later finally completed) balcony and watch the storm pounding the village around me. I am glad to see the rain too but my reason is a little more selfish. I love the sound of rain. I love the smell of rain as it clears away the dust. I particularly love the smell of rain here as it lands on the mint crop across from my house. The scent of mint wafts up to the balcony and makes everything smell of toothpaste minty freshness.
I sit with my cup of tea and my Hurley Dog sleeping next to me and enjoy the sounds and smell. My Hurley Dog is dreaming I think because he growled in his sleep. Maybe he is having a nightmare about the rain. My love is his hate because when it rains it gets muddy – really, really muddy – and this means baths, lots of baths.
Wow! Spring has definitely started to show itself around these parts. Aside from the sensational weather my vegetable patch has finally begun to reap reward.
While nosing around my little bache (farm) today with The Turk I found my broccoli sprouting along with cauliflower and lettuce. I was so excited as honestly I have never grown anything before so I was pretty keen today to start bringing in my haul but The Turk wisely pointed out they are mere babies and with patience they will be much bigger in a week or so. Patience (which I have little of) is the key when you want to harvest your crop (imagine me using the word ‘harvest’). I think the best part of this story is that everything grown is organic. No pesticides. No chemicals. Does that make it organic? I am not sure but I will say that they have got to be better for you than what I would normally buy from the supermarket in Sydney.
My nectarine tree has flowered and hopefully will start to bare fruit. I am currently looking into a pesticide for my fruit trees because they definitely had some nasty looking insects buzzing around them the other day and I do not want to be stung by one of those buggers. My neighbour suggested a spray of hot pepper and detergent (well that was as close as I could translate anyway) as a deterrent to the stingers. I going to need to investigate this a little more before I start mushing up chilli.
Oh and finally our chilli plants are already flowering. The Turk has been “sexing them up” so they start baring chilli. So excited.