tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-232220482007-04-16T02:27:28.301-07:00neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09254869432588592186noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23222048.post-1141222808907257032006-03-01T06:08:00.000-08:002006-03-01T06:20:08.916-08:00the huerto is on the catalan coast - 3 ks from the Mediterranean. In the foothills of the Montnegre the house was built before the French revolution and was initially an inn - siyuated between two rieras - dry river beds - los cuarto caminos - the crossroads<br />nowadays it is my garden - my attempt to recreate my childhood paradise - a big vegetable garden - an orchard of dubious value - have planted lots of trees - and so have learned what they lok like and seen and eaten their fruits - that is what the birds and insects and fungi leave me<br />I have tried to create a haven for little creatures - planting trees, shrubs with berries, flowers for pollen and nectar and ponds for my beloved amphibians - the last three years the mother salamaders have trusted me with their young - a great honour - and well looked after they are - fed water fleas from the acquatic plant farm near home<br />I have made a weak attempt at hedges and a hedgerow - though the shade of the plane trees has made them all wispy - not the dense , impenatratable defence I wanted. The bambu has worked thoughneilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09254869432588592186noreply@blogger.com