Not long after we moved to East London, I found myself wending my car along a dusty farm track. I was searching for a nursery
This serious frenzy of making babies
My method for rooting cuttings seems to be fairly successful, even with “difficult” plants, but my attempts to get seeds to grow is another story.
My happy jeans with karma
Today, I am wearing my most beautiful jeans and they are making me feel happy, so happy that I want to dance. Not even the
In search of the lemonwoods
Up. The thin path winds through the forest, up and up the mountain. And we keep going. V and I are searching for the grove
Go native
Down here in South Africa, especially along the coast, we seem to have a perpetual fixation with palm trees. I know, I know … we’re
The power of getting lost
My goal these days is to work (as in do paying work) for half the month and do life things, like garden and be with
50-something shades of blue
Fifty shades of grey? Not a chance. I am confronted with 50 shades of blue, at least 50, every day. Sometimes it seems that
Let there be light (and TV)
Wrapped up in a fluffy blue blanket, I am shivering behind the wheel of my stationary car. It’s night time, somewhere in the middle of
A fish and fowl affair
Maybe it is happening at last: two days ago, I watched a thick smudge of frenzied activity slide past in the sea. The gannets –
Strange days indeed
We know it’s winter because this is when the sardines “run” past our village on their way to KwaZulu-Natal. We know it’s winter because this