I have always loved writing, and now that I am retired I thought I would be able to find time to write, but it seems that I still manage to fill my days with activities. I have however found that while I travel, I enjoy writing about some of the interesting things we do. I hope you enjoy reading of our adventures as much as I like writing about them.
Friday, May 3, 2013
The house on the corner
Now I told you about “Timex' the
rooster who lives somewhere out behind the apartment, crowing out his
own unique time announcements, and where there are roosters there are
likely chickens, so I guess there must be some urban agriculture
going on here in Olhão.
Looking out the front balcony however it is solid chock-a-block
houses all the way to the water, so there are not many inner-city
garden plots to be seen. I see lots of container plants perched on
balconies and rooftops trying to survive the almost complete lack of
rain here, but not many real gardens.
Walking across the bridge
The one exception is the house on the
corner up the road. The building is almost twice as large as any
other house around it, so it must have been an important house at one
time, but it is now showing it's age. The architecture is much more
elaborate than most of the houses in the neighbourhood. It has a
fancy sloped tile roof and the entire roof is surrounded by a walled
terrace accessed by a built in stairway. Although the surface is in
dire need of paint, it still holds onto a style well above the other
smaller places beside it. There are built in tiled sections, and the
doors and windows are elaborate and ornate. I look down on this house
from across the train tracks at a height from my third floor balcony,
so I can appreciate some of the former glory that I can imagine this
house had, but from street level it looks sad, old and possibly
It is not completely deserted however;
the gardener lives there. Because this house is bigger than others,
it has a yard, and in this yard that goes from the house to the wall
for the train track the gardener has made on oasis of green in the
surrounding concrete plaster and walls.
He has fruit trees, flowering
ornamental trees, and even what looks like a bonsai tree. There are
rows of flowering lilies and pots containing other flowers
everywhere. In between there looks to be herbs and possibly
vegetables. The yard is not big, but he has filled every square inch
of it with plants. I can look down at it, but anyone who walks across
the the bridge over the railway line gets a brief view of his
I often see him out working on the
garden. It can't be easy to produce the beautiful plants he has in
an urban setting like this, so I figure he works hard at it. One day
I passed as he was watering. Twenty minutes later when I returned he
was still patiently ensuring that his plants got the moisture that
never seems to come from the sky.
I'm sure that Colin & Suzanne, our
hosts (Who also are subjected to my constant blogging) will know the
actual facts on the 'Gardener of Olhão'
and his house but really it is more fun to let my imagination roam –
I never said my blog was all fact . . . . .