Quite frankly, I wasn’t planning to do anything for Halloween this year. Some years ago, when little trick-or-treaters came trotting down our street for the first time, we had been totally unprepared. As we didn’t have a stash of chocolate or sweeties to hand out as treats, I confess that we turned off all the…
Our pawpaw tree placed an advert: Wanted: Virile male with healthy genes (non-GM), willing to provide seed material for breeding purposes.
Encouraged by my recent successes in the kitchen (experimenting with kale chips and veggie chips after receiving my first order of organic produce from the Ethical Co-op) I felt inspired to try another experiment, this time, by making something delicious with the lovely bunch of beetroots I had received: Chocolate and Beetroot Brownies.
In 2013, my friend L and I attended some crafting classes.
I was very keen to learn how to make mosaics. So one of my first projects with Amelia, who runs small classes from home, was to mosaic the numbers of our house.
When I received a packet of very large kale leaves in my delivery of fresh produce from the Ethical Co-op, I hadn’t a clue what to do with them.
The advice from knowledgeable friends led me online. My inquiry to Google, “What on earth can I do with kale?” elicited the almost unanimous answer “Make kale chips!” Really? Seriously? Turn big green leaves into chips?
I’d heard about the Ethical Co-op a couple of years ago, and had thought their idea, of acting as an intermediary between small-scale local farmers and residents who are looking for organic and biodynamic produce, was absolutely brilliant. This week, I took the plunge and placed my first order with them.
It was a very wet weekend in Cape Town, with torrential downpours blocking stormwater drains, flooding streets and causing dams to form at the side of the road. Gale force winds tore the limbs off trees and carelessly scattered them everywhere.
This afternoon, it suddenly felt as though the temperature had plummeted another couple of degrees. And then the hail began to fall.
Admiring the early morning flowers in our garden: A photo gallery.
It is not easy to walk around with Flat Kathy.
For all strangers, or rather, people whom Flat Kathy hasn’t yet demanded I introduce her to, she is simply a sheet of sunshine yellow paper on a stick. With a couple of buttons and some woolly hair sewn on. She is, I freely admit it, “a bit odd”.
The day hubby’s car battery exploded…
It was only a couple of days ago, that I told you about our visitor from overseas – Flat Kathy. She arrived here from Nova Scotia, Canada, last Friday.
She immediately asked me to help her create a blog for her: http://flatkathy.wordpress.com/. And much to my amazement, she has been a prolific writer, having just published her 21st post. At first, she was keeping me very busy with all her dictation, but now I just switch on the laptop for her, and let her tappity-tappity away as much as she likes.
In September last year, our swimming pool would have qualified for – and surely won! – the Greenest Pool In Our Neighbourhood Competition – if there was such a competition. Those pics weren’t photoshopped either, that really was the colour…
Was that a cat sitting on our garden bench? Yes, indeed. It was a tiny little ginger cat. Its eyes were blissfully closed, as it contentedly absorbed the warmth of the mid-morning sun.
In February 2012, some Horrid Thief nicked the original brass cover plate of our letterbox.
After considering our options and procrastinating for close on a year, we finally bought a replacement cover plate from the local hardware store. It tooks really pretty, like a quaint and old-fashioned brass plate.
It is hard to believe that it is almost the end of January 2013 already. I feel like the previous year ended with a gallop and the new year started with a sprint, and it’s all left me a little out of breath.
Thanks to a couple of quiet days, I am starting to work through a backlog of photos and blogposts that have been waiting on the sidelines to be written and edited, and for me to click the ‘Publish’ button.