Welcome to another weekend of kitchen chat with Victor!
Is it true as one gets older, it is not necessary getting wiser? I think it is more like I really don’t care the **** of what other people think. It is like becoming more confident of yourself because you have been there. That sort of thing. And, maybe becoming a bit senile, and repeating the same thing over and over again. I guess it is almost like those grumpy old man or grumpy old woman on the BBC show, which I find quite hilarious. So, am I becoming one of them? Maybe more like a grumpy old woman.
It is also a damn funny day today – a typical Tasmania weather of one minute sunny, next minute rain with strong gusty wind. We do get this unpredictable day of what to wear if you need to go outside – a light jacket, a jumper, a raincoat, woolie, scarf, beanie – because we are so blessed with pristine pure air and water for being so close to Antarctica. Fortunately, I didn’t have any plan today. So fire roaring away in the slow combustion fireplace. Sitting on a couch next to the fireplace in my undergarment wrapped in a goose down doona, reading the second book of Steig Larsson, “The Girl Who Played with Fire”.
I am itching to ask you a question, because I was born and grew up in a tropical country, where there is no autumn but summer year round with a monsoon and rainy season. But, I have lived in a four seasons climate in the past three decades of my adult life
Why do we have deciduous trees planted so close to our house?
I know a simple answer is, it provides shade in a hot summer, and light in the winter. But, don’t we know that the leaves dropped all over the roof, gutter, deck, footpath and patios in each autumn? The leaves in the gutter, if not cleaned, will eventually compost and turned into dirt. Then washed into down pipes and end in our water tank, where we drink (if you don’t have town water). Every beginning of summer, I have to climb onto the roof and clean the gutter before a bush fire season. Just yesterday, I had to vacuum all those leaves on my back patio. Now it is littered with more leaves again because of the on and off strong gusty wind and rain. The trees are lovely to look at when green, but bare in winter. And, they are huge. The next place I am going to live has to be extremely low maintenance with no deciduous tree next to the house. Better still, I am going to live in a concrete block of building again, in a pigeon hole full of other inhabitants, with no garden. So, do I qualify as a grumpy old man now? 😉