@ the 20th of November

On the twentieth of November it was my mothers birthday, she turned fifty(50)! Although it has already been a while ago, and I still hadn’t put anything on this blog about it…well, lets just say; better late than never, so here goes!

My darling mom has lived half a century, yet she still has the spirits of a young woman, and the beauty. She has been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and I think I shall remain that way for many more years!

She had originally wanted to invite all her “hens” for a morning among the flowers, sun and green laws but I convinced her otherwise. So we ended up planing a nice supper on the stoep, she invited all her friends(and some of our family were also able to come), got together as many tables as we could possibly find, even borrowed some from the neighbours. We set them nicely, put up some lamps, made a cosy fire and got the oven and stove tops going.

It just so happened to be the first event that my forest kitchen did. I’m very glad that it could be such a special occasion! I enjoyed the three days spent in the kitchen immensely. The food was good, company great and the vibe was all wonderful.

Here are some photographs of the lovely evening (photographs taken by Berna van Zyl):

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Happy, late, blog birthday mom!

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September: When Spring Comes

With spring comes the new leaves, the blossoms from the peach, plum and apple trees. We are glad the cold winter days are over.

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We have already planted our Daffodils, already blooming. The plum tree looks like a white Christmas tree, it looks like it could be our biggest harvest yet. I have never seen oh-so-many blossoms on that tree.

We have just harvested the carrots this past weekend, in the warm sun late Sunday afternoon. It was good, sitting on the edge of the “stoep”, my white winter legs baking in the sun, watching my parents work in the vegetable garden. To see the new leaves on the fig tree, and the the green ropes hanging from the young willow in the corner of the front yard.

Just to know that it is a new beginning. A fresh start.

An Imperfect Beginning

20150908_072219So after last night, with me staring at this blank page for what seems to be hours, trying to write the perfect beginner post for this blog. Frankly, it seems I’ve been staring at this blank page for over two weeks. Trying to pin point the exact right words, something that could sum up exactly what our farm and our family is. Always ending up either scrapping and erasing everything.

I ended up going to bed feeling grumpy and like I was a failure, a writer unable to write? But so this morning on my run up the mountain(or rather on my way down the mountain), I saw this little yellow flower. It must have been fate, or something like that at least, because I never take my phone with me when I go out to the mountain, After what happened to my last phone.

Whenever I take a photograph I always end up thinking about it for way too long, finding every possible part of life that could somehow be relevant to whatever the picture is. Its probably why I don’t like taking pictures, and also why my Instagram account is so empty.

So this morning(or a little while ago) in my creative/coffee time I wrote up a little poem. It might not be very good, or very long, but I figured that all tiny thoughts must matter. So here it is:

There are yellow suns

along the rocks.

On the grey roads of time.

There are yellow suns

along the path

Tiny and eternal,

eternal as they’re memory.

They don’t burn,

or blacken my skin

nor do they light the world but for the part that is my heart.

There are yellow suns

with soft leafy petals,

and sweet flowery scents.

These yellow suns,

they carry the smiles of the world.