The fairest Cape

4 01 2012

It was quite a “culture” shock getting back from Cape Town on Friday. Back to the dirty streets, potholes, melies growing on the verge and plastic bags and polystyrene lunch boxes EVERYWHERE! Cape Town is still clean and well run. To be sure the crime is a serious problem but after 2 weeks of unwinding I was thoroughly relaxed. The weather was good as one would expect at this time of year though the wind got a bit tedious it lived up to it’s more pleasant moniker (Cape of Storms being the other one).

All photos taken with Panasonic Lumix TZ8 compact camera.





Photo oportunity

15 12 2011

I carry my point-and-shoot Lumix around with me most of the time as it’s pretty small and unobtrusive. It’s surprisingly good for a small camera (it has a Leica lens apparently). On Tuesday I was down in the industrial sites getting some reinforcing rods bent to make a small shadecloth tunnel to protect my veg garden from the birds and snails. The factory that did the work was distinctly appropriate technology; “dark satanic mills” almost except there was not a lot going on.

This afternoon I spotted this moth on doorway at work. I didn’t think it would come out that well but I am quite impressed!





Murphy’s Law and flying ants

7 12 2011

They are actually flying termites but everyone calls them ants. When I arrived home this afternoon I parked the pickup and as I got out I noticed a lot of birds feeding off termites that were flying off the drive and grass. They paid little attention to me; obviously the risk was worth it! I noticed a spectacled weaver, bronze sunbird, double collared sunbird, blue waxbill, yellow bellied sunbird, red eyed bulbul,masked weaver and a couple of others I didn’t know. It did not matter what their normal food was – this was definitley a bonus! I decided it was worth getting a camera. Of course when I got back the clouds were obscuring the sun and the flying “ants” had stopped! Murphy’s Law enacted…





Shades of déja vu

6 12 2011

It’s been a while since I deposited cheques into my bank account; they have rather fallen into disuse since the demise of the Zimbabwe dollar. Nowadays we deal almost entirely in cash and bank transfers.

“You cannot deposit both those cheques on one day” the teller said.

I took a deep breath, “Why not?”

“Because they would add up to more than $500 dollars” she replied. “And the are both from the same drawer”.

We’d last been to this territory in the Zim dollar days when they were trying to limit the amount people could pay into accounts and thus by devious means change it into real money. This could not be the case here. It WAS real money!

“Oh. Well can’t you just put them through on different days?” I asked.

“Yes, but you will have to make out another deposit slip and anyway, you have missed today’s deadline so the first one can only be entered tomorrow”.

I inwardly surrended to the absurdity of it all; I just did not have the energy to argue which would have been futile anyway. I filled in the extra form, signed off the changes on the original, handed over the two cheques and went to the swimming pool to burn off the irritation.

 





Back to Blend

29 11 2011

The billboard advertising Zimbabwe’s Green Fuel has been around for some time now but I did not pay it much attention. Then yesterday there was one of their fliers lying by the side of the road where I picked up my weekly milk from Helen. It seems we are revisiting the days of blended petrol.

In the 1980s and early ’90s Zimbabwe was chronically short of fuel so sugar cane derived ethanol was blended into the petrol. There were problems. Stories of plastic fuel hoses not holding up and valves sticking due to the extra dry nature of the fuel abounded. We had to put “Upper Cylinder” lubricant into the tank with every filling. I don’t recall if this had any scientific basis or was a clever marketing tactic but we did it anyway. Then fuel supplies improved and the ethanol was no longer added. Earlier this week I was filling up a container for various power equipment at the nursery and commented to the fuel pump attendant on the “Blend” label still on the petrol pump years after it had stopped becoming available. Unlike South Africa we do not have grades of petrol available at the pumps; high-octane, low octane. It was just a one-size-fits-all scenario but that has now changed.

The person behind the Green Fuel setup is one Billy Rautenbach who, to put it mildly, is controversial. It seems he is not without money and some $600 million has been invested in the venture. Their website is certainly impressive and delves heavily into the soil science of the area with some impressive jargon (I cannot think why they did this) but is curiously short on the “Meet our team” page – it seems there are only 2 people in the team! Interestingly Green Fuel has teamed up with ARDA (Agricultural Rural Development Authority) in the Middle Sabi and Chisambanje lowveld to provide the sugar cane for ethanol conversion. Years ago I had dealings with ARDA at Middle Sabi and was left more than unimpressed. A parastatal company, they were incredibly inefficient and uninterested in the project I was promoting at the time. Mr Rautenbach does not tolerate this sort of inefficiency and is famously difficult to work for at all so I would be interested in how this will turn out.

The blended petrol, containing 10% anhydrous ethanol, is now available at most filling stations and true to the website promise is about 6c cheaper than the non-blended fuel. I don’t have a petrol powered vehicle to test it out and I don’t know anyone who has tested it. Maybe it will live up to the hype. They certainly like to trumpet how much employment it has created which of course is a good thing. I do wonder how much water it will use as sugar cane is a “thirsty” crop. The upstream reservoirs of Lake Mutirikwi (Kyle) and Osborne have been underutilized for some years now but I think this will change that.





It’s in the name

29 11 2011

The flamboyant trees this year have been, well, flamboyant! They are not indigenous but I will tolerate that because just about any tree is better than none. No, I have not fiddled the colours!





Beetle fun

29 11 2011

Photos taken on some everlasting flowers (Helichrysum) by my drive. The bee in the first photo was not welcomed by the beetle!





“I am not the one” and other miracles

29 11 2011

I thought that the miracle heyday had passed – about 2,000 years ago. Then yesterday I think one might have occurred in my nursery because I can only credit divine influence on what happened.

On arriving at work yesterday morning the weekend’s duty foreman called my attention to some tomato seedlings that were showing quite alarming symptoms of what he thought was a nutritional deficiency. One look at them made me think otherwise; to me it looked like herbicide damage. The symptoms had appeared over the weekend which was too quick for a nutritional problem and it was highly localized. I walked around a bit and found the symptoms elsewhere including on the weeds although I was assured that they had not been sprayed with a herbicide. I asked Brian who has vast experience what he thought. He suggested heat damage but that did not gel as the timing was wrong for the heat wave we’d experienced some 2 weeks ago, and besides, we’ve had heat waves before and they have not affected the seedlings. I was still suspicious of the herbicide but could not see how anyone could have applied it, even with intent, accurately enough to only affect 8 trays of tomatoes and not the brassicas right next to them. I called on Stewart who is a herbicide expert and happened to be passing by. He agreed to call in.

On arriving back from town Tony met me with a container of clomazone (a herbicide that I was going to use on the sweet potatoes) and told me that it had been used in the nursery last Thursday. I could not believe it. I had never authorized anyone to use it for anything as I wanted to supervise the application. I asked the weekend foreman about it but he came back with the stock “I am not the one” – a reply that anyone who has ever managed anything in Zimbabwe will know well. He could see a crisis coming and was distancing himself as quickly as possible.

Stewart arrived and confirmed that the damage was typical of clomazone. When the other foreman came back from his lunch break he confirmed that he’d authorized the use of the herbicide on the weeds beneath the racks where the seedlings are grown. I asked why. “It said herbicide on the container” was the reply. I pointed out that I had not authorized its use and got the same reply. This was going nowhere. I asked how it could have got onto the tomatoes (and some other seedlings) with such accuracy and was told we’d had a strong wind the afternoon after the weeds were sprayed. I was incredulous. We certainly had a new branch of physics developing here (those pesky neutrinos from CERN taking a detour?) – or a miracle. How could herbicide that had dried on the weeds in the morning have got onto the seedlings in the afternoon? To me it seemed more like criminal negligence or even malicious intent but how to explain the localized effect? Clomazone is what is called a pre-emergent herbicide i.e. it is designed to kill plants as they emerge from the seed. It is not very effective on seedlings that have already emerged and it is not effective on all types of plants. The damage appeared to be restricted to tomatoes and lettuces of a certain age.

I know I will not get to the bottom of this and I have a better chance of bringing a case against the Divine than finding out what actually happened. In the meantime I will have to replace the damaged seedlings. Stewart thought they might recover but I cannot take the chance. The company of course will have to foot the bill.

Clomazone herbicide damage on tomato seedlings





Licence issues

28 11 2011

The police were setting up a road block on the way into town. I was not concerned as they tend to target mini buses and squeeze them for anything they can. I also noticed that ZBC (Zimbabwe Broadcasting Commission) licence inspectors were tagging along and would no doubt see who they could catch for not having a licence for their car radio. I have long since removed my car aerial and the face of the tape/radio player as I refuse to have my intelligence insulted by anyone suggesting that I might want to listen to the state controlled ZBC. Once upon a time there were actually some good radio channels but that was long ago and they are now mostly ZANU-PF (ruling party) mouthpieces. I did notice in the paper earlier this year that there were some commercial radio licences for sale but have no idea if they were bought.

In theory one has to have a licence for any radio or TV receiver. Now that cell phones have radios in them I should think that could also be applied to them which would certainly bring a quantity of cash into the ZBC. I am surprised they have not already thought of this.





It’s not about the dance

27 11 2011

It was all too much for one youngster. He came off the stage and burst into tears just in front of where I was sitting. For 5 minutes or so he’d been the star of the show and had danced his heart out. The crowd had cheered, shouted and clapped but now he was back to reality for another year. He was one of the lucky ones who could actually dance. A lot of the other kids were so badly handicapped that they could not do much more than sit in their wheelchairs and move their heads to the music. But as I said to Gail at the end of the show it was not really about the dance – it was about giving some self esteem.

The Dance Trust of Zimbabwe, of which I am a trustee, runs an outreach programme where a small group of dedicated dance instructors go out to special schools, orphanages and the like and teach dance to the children. On Saturday I attended the annual dance festival put on by the outreach programme. It was not how I would normally have chosen to spend a Saturday morning but I had to admit it was worthwhile to see the excitement and happiness on the children’s faces as they became the centre of attention for a few minutes. Quite what happens to them once they outgrow their protected environment I don’t want to think about.