Damning reading, the truth isn’t a conspiracy theory.
… Well, the price is never clearly stated, but I have borne some of the cost.
It’s hot here. And dry. It’s always hot and dry in summer in Adelaide, but this is the worst and the last rain of GT 4mm was in September.
I empty the laundry and bathwater onto the garden, particularly the trees. I like my trees. Especially the fruit trees.
A few days ago, the apricot tree died. It looked like the sun had scorched a few leaves at first, and I left the leaves on. You do that, or the tender ones underneath get scorched, too. The next day, every single leaf on the tree was scorched as if it had been inside an oven with the fan on. Dry and crunchy.
The fruit – it was loaded with fruit – was green, getting to be a good size, enticing.
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