sunsets and sprinklers
I patiently wait for the sprinklers to turn on each evening.
This usually happens between 8 and 9pm. Today, it was 8.35pm.
It isn’t consistent, so I guess they are turned on manually.
The trio of sprinklers water a small patch of grass, plants and trees. Unlike the majority of the grass on Kefalonia, this grass is not dry and yellow. This grass is emerald green and looked after. The care and attention this patch of garden receives daily is clear to see. Yesterday the grass was long and flourishing. Today it has been cut back, but still no yellow patches can be seen.
The lemon trees are teeming with yellow lemons. The scattered fruit that had made their way to the floor were gathered today.
There are other plants and trees that I don’t recognise. That’s not surprising as I am far from a horticulturalist, I can barely keep on top of my own garden at home. The plants attracts insects. Butterflies and wasps flit between each one during the evening, not coming as far as the terrace where I sit.
Each evening I sit and read, listening to the sprinklers. They give off a cooling mist, a relief from the heat at the end of the day. The sun sets, just out of view, leaving shades of orange and purple on the horizon.
This is nice.
I like this routine.
Why don’t I spend more time outside at home, enjoying these quiet moments before sunset.
The weather is why.
But I really should spend more time in the garden. It is peaceful, and is a welcome reset at the end of the day.
The view at home isn’t the same as here, but the books are the same.
The first sprinkler has turned off and the second is taking its turn now.
Quack