There’s an odd thing about the raised beds. Every one of the four main beds has a volunteer plant, not necessarily edible but sort-of satisfying in its own way.
First off is raised bed 4 as it’s nearest the study where I write, where a gorgeous deep purple Ipomoea or morning glory has taken off:
So our bunches of dates have just been wrapped up. That is, after watching the neighbourhood’s birds snacking on them and finding numerous pecked-at fruit scattered around on the ground at the foot of the tree, we brought a local gardener in to net them for protection. He did a neat job. Read more
We are in the middle of a mini-heatwave. The air in Heliopolis yesterday felt like a fan oven. Today, the temperature in New Cairo hit 39C (100F) in the shade, and I can only imagine what it must be like for farmers working in the fields, or commuters travelling downtown.
On top of all that, Cairo has been named by the World Health Organisation as the second most polluted major city in the world, after New Delhi.
In the circumstances, the Jasmine Garden is now, more than ever, our retreat from stifling heat, dust and pollutants.