The cog comes from a scrapyard in Colesburg and the buffalo sculpture was purchased from an artist at a local market.
Both hang on the wall outside our front door, as a reminder of places we have traveled to.
WELCOME…
It has been a while since we were at home for an entire long weekend. But seeing that we enjoy spending time at home (believe it or not) I used the opportunity to capture some of the highlights of our property.
Our front door stained glass was done for us by a local artist to a design that we chose. This is our second glass as the first one cracked and it was less expensive to change than to repair.
And no, it is not open as an air B&B…yet.
Our lounge in in a constant state of flux, but I believe that we have finally come up with a seating arrangement that we like and that works in the space.
Outside our front door we are building a collection of local succulents. Some which have been given to use and some that have come from cuttings have been collected during walks in the neighbourhood.
My late Dad used to walk often without my Mom and he used to love collecting plant cuttings in Port Elizabeth. He did not have green fingers but for some reason he could not walk past a geranium without taking a cutting and then planting it in a pot outside outside their apartment door.
What is a South African garden without a Hadeda? I really don’t know.
There are Hadedas nesting in my neighbours tree but they seem to spend a lot of time in our garden despite our cats. That being said, both cats have no interest in attacking birds that arrive in our garden.
Is this how you handle it? A garden in a suburb like ours HAS to have at least one rusty old garden implement.
We are so happy that we have plants that are bee friendly. I am wary, but respectful of these tiny miracles of nature, without who we would not be able to survive. Whether we want to admit it or not!
Did you know?
A honey bee can fly up to 25 km per hour.
A honey bee worker only makes an average of 1/12 of a teaspoon in her lifetime.
0,45 kg of honey is made by 2 million flower visits.
This is what lives at the bottom of our garden. Made by my wife, it is nameless but he/she/they makes me smile.
Skull and spekboom. Sounds like the name of a South African rock group.
Did you know that the direct translation of spekboom (Afrikaans) is bacon tree which means that bacon is actually a fruit and has nothing to do with a pig at all.
My Executive Assistant keeping watch over the wheelbarrow. Needless to say that is all he did, keep watch, as working is beneath him.
Since he became my assistant, he believes that actual work is not worth it.
And this is our 18-year-old ninja cat who can move through our house without disturbing the matrix.
A splash of Fuchsia to brighten up our garden.
A Black-capped Bulbul and was was a plant but it did not survive and has subsequently become a bird-feeder.
Singular beauty in a sea of green.
A Crested Barbet looking to move into our Common Ash Tree. Time to replace the nesting log that fell apart.
Two birds on a wing.
A Weaver and a House Sparrow share a perch.
An unexpected visitor. A male Paradise Flycatcher that popped in briefly.
And then the rain came to round off the weekend. So it is back to the lounge to binge the prequel to Yellowstone, 1923.
However you celebrated the long weekend, I trust that you did it with respect and kindness.
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