Chris grows 60 hectares of wheat on the farm, which in a few weeks time will be harvested and sent to a miller-cum-baker up the road. I will watch with a wistful stare truckload upon truckload of wheat heading out the gate to be turned into flour and used in someone else’s bread. I know it’s business; I know it’s commercial farming.
Spring is upon us out here in the African bush, which sounds ridiculous when you consider that our daytime temperatures move from mild to boiling in just a few weeks.
The native aloes around our house are in bloom. They only do this once a year. Not only are these scaffolded fire-orange flowers a feast for the eyes, they are a feast for myriad bird species.
In Guadeloupe in the Caribbean a pineapple symbolizes hospitality. It has been said that when Christopher Columbus and his Spanish fleet first landed on Guadeloupe at the end of the 15th century, they knew they were welcomed if a pineapple had been left at the entrance to each village.
I was surprised to discover that rosella, or roselle (Hibiscus sabdariffa), is pervasive throughout Zambia because it was originally a species of hibiscus native to the west of Africa.
A self-seeded rosella plant in our garden.
Indigenous people in this semi-arid region of southern Africa have been nourished by Mongongo nuts for over 7,000 years. Which is amazing when considering that on my many attempts I failed to crack open even one of their Fort Knox-like shells.