While the old adage is quite true, “There is nothing quite as lovely as a tree,” for me there is nothing more beautiful in the spring than to see the numerous acequias in our village running, announcing spring. In this harsh land of “Dias de mas y dias de menos,” where at times drought can linger for years or unexpected frosts can kill the last bit of fruit on your trees, acequias running full of water at least offer hope.
I always marvel at our ancestors’ tenacity and ability to survive in such a hostile environment. Yet they did survive, mostly because they knew how to manage water efficiently, fairly and even in an environmental manner that today we can’t seem to accomplish or appreciate.
You must login to view the full content on this page.
Or, use your linked account: