From the Editor
Margaret Sadler | Editor-in-Chief, news&views
Water Habi
My childhood summer nights were accom
tck-tck-tck-tck-tck of the irrigation boom
bedroom window. Just a bit to the east of
offered background rhythm from the irrig
It was tobacco plants that
thirsted for the water those
Ontario summer nights; later
it was corn or potatoes. Most
Canadian agriculture is rain-fed
and longs for seasonal rains.
Southern Alberta has long
depended on irrigation —
evident from the huge
green circles standing
out on the brown
landscape when
seen from above.
When recalling
early memories,
I arrive again at
our three years
living abroad
and the different
habits we formed
with water in those
distant places.
At our Hokkaido
home in the early
nineties, we had one
water tap and a pit toilet
that was just outside the heated
portion of our mother-in-law
suite. We washed with water
from the instant-on geyser, but
heated water on the stove for
laundry. We walk
blocks to our frien
a shower, while th
five waited patien
bathroom.
Morning glory
market, Phno
Japan has been
rice for thousand
efficiently manag
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