There is not one board game in our house. When I met The Husband, there was an ancient game of Trivial Pursuit which arrived as part of the final merger. Somewhere, though, over the last nearly 20 years, it's gone. I think it got thrown out because it was so old... I loathe bored board … Continue reading Bored Games
After the fiery end to November, and before the aspirant grand wizard‘s arrival, December started off relatively gently. We love the long, balmy evenings and spectacular sunsets of summer. Even if they are best viewed over the ravages of the fire and the somewhat charred vegetable patch. A chef was among the kind souls who helped to fight … Continue reading Bags of Provençe
Gale force winds are not unusual in South Africa, especially the Western Cape coastline, and into the Eastern Cape. These winds are a feature of summer and winter, with the winter storms accounting for the Cape's original appellation as the Cape of Storms. We've had more than our fair share this year and wind, in … Continue reading When the dog barked
The colours of the dripping Acacia gum are beautiful. It forms the most magnificent stalactites that deposit resin onto mounds of wannabe stalagmites on the ground below. Unless you are looking for them, though, gummy the piles are well camouflaged and easy to miss.
It often amazes me how out of things seemingly unsightly, dull and ugly, beauty emerges.
When I met The Husband, he fended for himself and it wasn't long before he informed me that a kitchen should never be without onions and tomatoes: no tasty main meal (other than breakfast), could exclude onions. Add tomatoes, he maintained, and you have the basis of a good meal. Then last Saturday, I was given five kilograms of overripe tomatoes! Perfect. So, I set to on Sunday, prepared for a long day - it's a two-step process - not difficult, but long (and which is partly why I didn't get this out last week).
Sometimes life overtakes us. So it has been for me in the last ten days.
This week, had he still been around, we'd be celebrating my father's eighty-seventh birthday. This week, had he still been around, we'd be celebrating my father's eighty-seventh birthday. Dad_Beer_70 Dad enjoying his favourite tipple, (warm) beer on his 70th birthday. He was born at home, in Auldburn Road, Glasgow, the fifth of five children.
There is something magic about a clear night sky, the moon and stars.
I love trees, and trees are central to so many things in our lives, from paper to picnics. They bring people together and drive them apart.