Gardens

Adigeni has a very small police department, and half of them were out of town investigating wood thieves, so I had six students today, who were mostly good and patient, several of whom came and went as they wanted for smoke breaks, police work, or whatever — instead of the 30 minute break that the schedule asked for we had some coffee, some cookies, some ice cream — it was the most informal lesson I’ve ever been part of, which seems to be something of a norm in rural places when doing things that aren’t criticaly important.

What is this plant? They grow a lot of it, and call it tsimendi. They wrap the other little plant (potalebi) around each stalk.

After lunch, at perhaps 4, I went over to the house of a reletive of my host family for coffee, cookies, and sitting about listening to a conversation in Georgian (this is, I think, the default activity around here); they have two teens visiting for the summer from Russia. The boys picked cherries from a tree, and they have a good garden with a lot of grapes, tomatoes, cherries, a pig, some rabbits, and a number of plants I couldn’t identify. People in Adigeni usually seem to have excellent gardens which look like they must produce a lot of food. About a quarter mile upriver from where I’m living they have a dam that diverts the river into a stream and a canal; they then can open up places in the canal and direct water into small fields, which are planted on sloaps heading downward from the canal, so that they flood fairly efficiently. There are garden yards and sepperate fields; Gia’s family has both — the one being about a five minute walk from the other. After going for a walk in the stream alone I came back and worked on English and Georgian with Anna.

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